Foot Worship Stories Novels & Stories

Everyone gasps, finally believing that I was saying the right thing. “Baby! I told everyone that you were here just a moment ago but they didn't believe me.” I said, wanting to walk towards her but my foot hurts like bitch. I twisted my ankle last night when I fell from the stairs two times, and almost fractured several bones…but luckily it's not serious. Valencia didn't say anything and just stood by the door. “You…guys talk! We got some work to do!” Sister in law says, and pulls everyone out of the ward and closes the door.

Makeup spilled across the floor as she screamed, "You! If you don't care about anything, what about me?! What are you going to do to make this right?!" She jabbed a finger at her stomach. "I'm carrying your child! Your last child! Are you really going to throw us away?!" Nathan staggered back, clutching his forehead, his face contorting in pain. He wobbled unsteadily, looking like he might hit the floor any second. Around us, the café erupted into chaos. Phones came out, cameras rolling. "Check out that arrogant mistress! Let's make her famous!" "Is he so stunned he can't even speak?"

“A pregnant woman isn’t supposed to stand on heels for too long.” I barely had time to process his words before he crouched down, grasped my left leg, and pulled off my heels. A sigh of relief slipped from my lips before I could stop it. My feet were already swollen, and I hadn’t even noticed how much they hurt until now. “I can do it myself,” I protested weakly. “Shush,” he murmured, his fingers already rubbing gentle circles into my aching foot. “At this rate, your leg might just burst open. What would you have done without me, huh?”

Since the chair he's in is the only one in the foyer, I take a seat on the floor to put on my socks and shoes. Cass hears me and watches me as I sit and I know the moment he sees my feet because he asks in shock, "What's wrong with your feet?" He's moved to kneel in front of me and looks like he's going to reach out for my foot when I stop him, saying, "Please don't touch my foot, it would be weird. It's just some blisters from my shoes, nothing out of the normal." "You should have told me your feet were hurting. We didn't need to dance so much. I think we got the point across that I wasn't dancing with other partners early enough," he says, completely oblivious to what heels are like.

This pair of shoes could make the wearer's legs look long and slender. However, this was precisely the heartache of the rich girl Betty, who was not even 1.6 meters tall but had size 41 feet, which made her extremely self-conscious. Before the shoemaker retired, Betty begged her father Mr. John to make four pairs of shoes for her, claiming that these were the last creations of the shoemaker.

he crouched beside the couch and lifted her feet, grabbing a pair of scissors from the side table, he cut through the thick mummy bandages that her feet were held in, cursing Fred "Haven't you heard the story about the old man who was woken up from his deep sleep by his neighbour’s son, he was so angry that he cursed the poor kid to become a frog,” Samaira looked at him with a deadpan face as he stood up and discarded the bandages in the bin, then sanitised his hands and looked at her, had it been Shain or someone else who would’ve told her this so called ‘famous’ story which she had never heard before, she would have laughed, however, it was Siddharth Kapoor the ever royal, ever elusive and

Nermine said casually. “I can’t even walk in these, in the store!” I said sitting on the floor, Mrs. Nermine rolled her eyes and made a tsk sound as she ignored what I said and waited for me to stand up, the woman who had brought the shoes looked at me with sorry eyes, noticing my despair, she tried helping me stand, but Mrs. Nermine raised her hand stopping her. I sighed and stood up, struggling to walk straight, I swear if any cop saw me right now, he’d think that I was drunk, but I had no other option, the woman wanted me to walk in these torture shoes, her eyes followed me as I took each step.

Chloe nodded, “You go ahead. I will be there soon.” I walked a couple stores down and found a different shoe store that had a lot of platform shoes. I walked in and immediately found my boots! They added over six inches in height, so I could reach my mate a lot easier, without looking like a spider-monkey climbing all over him. I tried them on, then tried walking in them. Goodness! I sure wish I had a day to practice wearing these away from my mate. Right now, I look like a newborn calf. When mom and Chloe walked in, mom laughed when she watched me walking. She suggested, “Sweetie, just act like you’re walking on the ground. It’s just higher up. That’s all.”

After feeling far enough from the border of the Forbidden Forest, the young man finally stopped. ''You see that!'' the young man exclaimed while lifting one of Anindira's legs and showing her torn soles while still keeping Anindira in his arms, ''The soles of your feet are torn. Don't you realize it? How can you keep walking with feet like this?'' Anindira was silent, she then looked at the young man with a pitiful face, after being shown how big the torn wound was on her foot. ''A-aa-add-dduhhh...'' Anindira whined after a few moments of being shown the gaping wound on the sole of her foot, ''It hurts... I only feel it now. No wonder there has been something strange with my foot since earli

She said as she helped me up the stairs and we walked to my room. I sat carefully on the bed and took a good look at my feet, I was bleeding. " Should we just take you to the hospital?" she asked and I shook my head. I just got here and I didn't want to be a burden to them. " I'll go get the first aid kit and tell the maids to clean the blood stains quickly" She said and smiled at me and walked out of my room. She was back in no time with a big first aid kit, she dropped it on my bed and sat beside me as she carefully placed my feet on her thighs. My left foot wasn't that bad, it could hopefully heel over night. " I'm so sorry Faryah, my brothers tend to be inconsiderate when they get angry,