Guess Combat Boots Black Novels & Stories

He was weeping softly, making small whimpering sounds like a hurt puppy. The male who used to walk through these halls like a king was now sitting in the dirt at my feet. I stepped forward slowly. My heavy black combat boots made loud, solid crunching sounds on the wet gravel. I wore my black tactical pants and my tight waterproof vest. My twin handguns were rested safe in my thigh holsters. My long dark hair blew across my shoulders in the mountain wind.

When I’m finally clean and refreshed I dry my hair and get dressed in black stretch slacks – I may need extra room for moving around today – a tight black spaghetti strap tank top with a black mesh long sleeve top over that. I zip up some emerald crocodile skin pointed-toe stiletto ankle boots and give myself a final once over. I look ready for business… and maybe I’m hoping to impress Marcus a little bit, so sue me.

Not a single one. "Cub?" Ace slotted himself between me and the woman beside me at the bar. I was begrudgingly forced to retreat from my blissful thoughts and focus on my surroundings. Sweeping my gaze down Ace's frame, I found him clad in a black t-shirt that hugged his body like a second skin, black jeans which were shredded at the knees, and combat boots. His hands were protected by leather gloves and his facial features were set grimly—as if he had a feeling someone would be dying tonight.

I look up at the back door with wide eyes, shocked to see Kent standing there, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed. “Put those on,” he says. “We have somewhere to be.” Frowning, I lift the box into my lap and open the top, gasping a little as I see a pair of the most gorgeous boots. They’re tall, nearly knee-high, and made of supple black leather with a delicate little buckle around the ankle. “Where are we going?” I ask, my face lighting up. Honestly, I don’t care – out of the house it sounds like, so I’m thrilled either way.

Her fingers pointed to the black combat boots sticking out of the cart. Jorn gave her a nod. “Cute and water-resistant,” he said, his voice pitched slightly higher as he mimicked her tone. A literal shiver ran down my spine. “How do we make sure he never does that again?” Nate whispered in my ear, equally as weirded out. “I don’t know,” I whispered back. He pointed to one of the other guys who had his hand raised. “What about the lightning bolt? I noticed some of them are purple and some are gold.”

"She also said you needed these." The black combat boots in his hands were practical, sturdy, and looked like they could do some damage if I ever needed to kick someone while wearing them. They were essentially my dream shoes. I crossed the tent to accept the boots. "Thanks." A quick glance at the tag revealed they were the perfect size for my feet. I wasn't about to question my stroke of good fortune. To my delight, there was also a pair of thick socks tucked into one of the boots. Sitting down in the chair, I began the task of sliding my freezing feet into the socks and then proceeded to lace up the boots.

My nipples are hard, pressing visible points against the fabric, aching from the cold air and the scraping of my own movements. Below that, my waist is completely bare. Every time I twist to reach a spot on the floor, the muscles of my stomach ripple, my skin glowing pale gold in the shadows. I’m wearing another denim bum shorts but this is more like a belt than clothing. The edges are worn, crazy style, it dig into the tops of my thighs, and the back is so short that the lower curve of my ass is peeking out for the world to see. I traded the heels for heavy, black combat boots today. They make me feel grounded. They make me feel like I’m ready for a fight or a fuck, and right now, I’m not s

It may have left when I washed my hair, but I don't need to worry about washing it because I wish to meet with Damon. I needed to tell him as much as I wanted to go on the hunt. He was in charge, and I couldn't just insert myself like that without his knowledge. Checking my outfit, I had opted for a black leather jacket, which was more than suitable for the chilly weather. Inside, I was wearing a white tank top. I wore blue cargo pants to allow me movement because I knew a lot of fighting would be involved, and the last thing I wanted was to be obstructed. On my feet was a combat boot. I had first thought it funny when I saw it amongst the shoes in the wardrobe, but now I understand why it w

It also meant the beginning of the end to this whole mess. Cassandra was dressed in an all black ensemble, a dress that reached down to her knees and covered every inch of her skin except for her face and hands. She was wearing a pair of thick, red leather boots that were lined with steel spikes along both soles and were designed to inflict pain even upon someone as powerful as she was.

“Then we should get going. How do I look?” He gives me a slow once-over, taking in my tight black bodysuit and knee-high combat boots that “some” woman left at his place after a one-night stand. I guess I should be lucky they fit. Despite the way it clings to my body, it’s extremely flexible and frames my figure perfectly. “Like a Stormfire.” I nod. “Good. Now let’s go kick some ass.”