Goth Knee High Boots Novels & Stories

"We’re leaving the territory." My heart leaped. "Where?" I asked, my face lighting up. I didn't care if it was a funeral; I was getting out. "You’ll see," he said, turning toward the subterranean garage. "Don't keep the engine waiting." I pried open the box and gasped. Inside was a pair of the most exquisite tactical-chic boots I’d ever seen. Tall, obsidian leather, supple as a second skin, with silver buckles that gleamed like moonlight at the ankles.

About reminding myself who I was before everything unraveled. I slid into black denim shorts that fit like they’d been designed with my body in mind, hugging my hips and thighs just tight enough to feel provocative without trying too hard. The red halter top followed, the fabric skimming my skin and baring my shoulders, my collarbones, a teasing stretch of my back. It tied at my neck, forcing my posture tall, confident, dangerous. Knee-high heeled boots clicked softly against the floor as I moved, adding height, power, attitude. The kind of shoes that said I wasn’t here to be ignored.

We left the three shoe stores with four pairs of boots, so not quite the one for each day of the week like Jake had suggested, but I could work on that… seeing Lilah’s face light up at something as simple as boots melted my heart… though if them boots stood on my feet my heart would not me melting, I would be cursing! They were big and chunky and far from lady like, but she loved them, they made her happy so it made me happy. There were a brown pair with thick chunky soles, which reached up to her knees, buckles up her calves. The other three pairs were black with similar variations in chunky soles - all that I knew was if it stood on your toe it would likely crush it….one pair was an ankle

She’d fed a gold chain through the belt loops of said jeans, and a long section of it dangled over the curve of her hip to the middle of her left thigh. I couldn’t help looking her over. One sweeping gaze from tip to top to stop my brain from imploding. She had on over the knee black suede boots adorned in gold buckles. The heels were high as hell and she wore them like she was born to do so; full of confidence, purpose and grit. Charlie planted both hands on her hips. “More like the man of the hour. This night is all about you. We’ve already got a good build-up of cash from ticket sales. When the girls take to the stage we’ll really start seeing some dough.”

I freaking love the boots. A pair of knee-high, black leather boots adorned with silver buckles and intricate stitching. They exuded an air of rebellion and confidence, an embodiment of my journey from darkness to light. With every step, they would serve as a reminder that I had overcome the challenges that life had thrown my way. I fastened the last buckle and stood up, feeling a surge of energy coursing through my body. The sound of murmurs and hushed conversations filtered into the dressing area as the event staff prepared for the show. My heart raced in anticipation, a mix of excitement and nerves dancing within me.

Hard. I’m a mess in heels, leaning against our high-top table, giggling and sniffling into a cocktail straw while Callie tells me all the inventive ways she’d like to castrate Monty and feed him his dick sautéed in sriracha. She’s wearing this black leather corset top with a cutout that basically turns heads every time she moves, paired with her favorite ripped jeans and sparkly knee-high boots. Her makeup’s flawless, gold shimmer, big lashes, lips like cherry venom.

She paired it with a pair of black, sexy heels with peek-a-boo toes. Bethany chose a sexy little black dress that had a see through middle that made it look like it was two pieces from afar. It had an A-line skirt that landed mid-thigh and spaghetti straps with a v-neck bodice. She chose sexy, high black boots to wear to complete her look that came up to just below her knees.

she grumbled, flipping through blazers and beige like it was punishment. Then — like destiny, or petty Black girl magic — her hand landed on it. A metallic gold mini dress with enough cutouts to get her banned from half the country clubs in this zip code. Paired right next to it? Leopard print thigh-high boots like it was just waiting for her.

That just be Nina. I went to answer the door and found Nina standing before me dressed in a black daring gown and emo makeup. “Did those shadows give you kisses? What's with the dark look?” I stepped aside for her to enter. “No, I'm mourning.” She walked past me, brushing my shoulder. When did she get that tall to reach my shoulders? The last time I checked, she was 5’3. My eyes fell on her shoes and I got my answer. Of course. It was always the high heeled boots that did the trick.

When I was done with my shower, I hopped out and dried my skin then made my way to my closet to choose an outfit for the night. It was already late and cold, so I opted for a grey cozy long sleeve dress that was rather loose and not fitted at all. I decided to style it with a thin belt and pair it with a pair of black thigh-high suede boots. They were not heels, as my feet were already sore from the pair of heels, I wore all night. Though, the boots did have a classic block heel which was three inches high, so it was not as gruesomely challenging to walk in.