Goth Knee High Boots Novels & Stories

cotton had been good. But the boots were Shamira's idea. If she was going to be forced to endure this weirdness, why not get one good pair of footwear out of it? She was a western girl at (her non-beating) heart, so she'd always wanted a nice pair of cowboy boots. She had ordered a pair of hand-made, hand-tooled Leggenda Collection Lucchese black-leather boots for the low, low price of $1500. Shane's pockets ran deep, and the boots would be shipped directly to his address.

The cool blast of air greeted her face, sending it's refreshing caress into her nostrils down to her windpipe. But when she was about to step out of the door, her left foot bumped accidentally into something. As she looked down to find out what it was, her eyes automatically widened in surprise. Was Keir trying to kill her with surprises? She just saw a pair of black boots. Based on how it looked, it was as new as the dress that she was wearing. She bent down slowly and picked it up carefully as though she was afraid of damaging it. Never had she seen this kind of boots. Above it's rubber sole was made of a black velvety material. It felt soft and smooth at the same time as she traced it wit

Cali spun and headed toward the back of the store, where rows of shoes and boots rested on metal shelves, arranged by sizes. “What size are you?” “Eight and a half.” “Ooh, ooh! Check these out!” Cali held up a pair of above the ankle red leather boots with four inch spike heels. Leesa grimaced. The boots were so not her. “No way. They’ll make me look like a hooker.” Cali looked down at the boots and grinned. “Yeah, they might be a bit too hot for you. I think I’ll keep these puppies for myself.” “Can’t I just wear my black leather knee-highs?” Leesa asked.

I pull out the most incredible, amazing gift ever. Doc Marten boots. I check the size. Nine. Perfect. "Boots?" King asks. I try to lift my foot, but my legs are too long, and I need to turn sideways. "Move to the other side so I can try these babies on." I look at him and grin. "These aren't just any boots, they're Doc Martens, the most kick-ass boots ever made. I can't believe she found them." King looks at the footwear, then at me. "Shift once while wearing them and bye bye boots."

I grabbed them up, held them behind me as I walked back out into the main living space. "So why am I waiting to crush his balls?" Kiema asked, her hands fisted on her hips. I pulled my surprise from behind my back. "Ta da!" "You brought me gross boots?" She raised one eyebrow at me before turning to consult with Saint. The other man was smiling. "You'll like those boots, honey. They have steel plates covering the toes. Absolutely no harm to you, exponentially more harm to him." Kiema leapt forward. "Gimme, gimme, gimme."

Lady Keegan: “Well since you put it like that. I am sure I can play my part well. By the way Alpha, I need $1600.00 for a new pair of Jimmy Choo boots.” Alpha Hollis: “That’s ridiculous! They are boots for Goddess sake. What is so special about boots for them to cost that much?” Lady Keegan: “They are Jimmy Choos, Alpha. I like them and since I am the face to the human world, I need to blend in. And really, that’s just a fraction of the cost for the crystal covered pointy toe pumps that I will be wearing for my Luna ceremony.” Alpha Hollis: “Fine. But you had better play your part convincingly to the Alpha Heir.”

"I might be a stripper but you sure as hell look hotter than I am." "Well, if you got it, why not flaunt it, right?" She giggles, shaking her ass. "Thanks again, for these shoes. I love them." "I'm glad you do." I smile at her. Yeah, the black knee-high boots are my birthday gift to her. I, more than anyone, know how much she adores knee-high boots. "I had to stuff my bra a little to get my boobs a bit perkier. "It isn't so obvious, is it?" June says, grabbing her boobs and giving them a firm squeeze.

Ren dusted them off first and walked in front of me, raising the things that he took. I gasped and stared at it in horror. High heels. Emphasis on the high. There's a reason why it was one letter away from spelling Hell. "I think this would help you to walk properly." Ren said and bent down in front of him as if he would put it on. "You're kidding me!" I screamed and removed my foot from his reach. Sure, the shoes are shiny and pretty but it's too high! I think it's at least 4 inches tall. I can't even walk with a good posture and they expect me to wear them?

Thistle buzzed happily around my head, whispering, “He liiiikes youuu.” “Damn right he does,” I grinned, slamming the book shut and spinning toward my wardrobe. “Okay, goth baddie armor time.” Uniforms? Meh. But custom uniforms with black fabric, tiny skulls stitched into the trim, and a perfectly pleated skirt? That’s more my vibe. I pulled on the shirt, tugged the skirt over my hips, slid on my black thigh high socks, and laced up my purple combat boots like a warrior goddess headed to war.

The sleeves were long and dramatic with a flare at the wrist. In my true nature, I picked a skirt instead of some kind of trousers. It was a cream mini skirt. Not as short as the ones I’d normally wear, but it was good enough to feed the egotistical side of my brain that loved to admire my body. This skirt sits high on my waist, structured and tailored, but there are shorts underneath. I’m not sure why I bought it, but this is the perfect time to wear it. I selected ivory knee high boots and a burgundy quilted shoulder bag to go with the outfit. I pray to the gods that my feet survive walking in these. Surely the ointment can help. I applied it again before getting dressed.