Ice Spice Feet Novelas e Histórias

Nikita collapsed on the chair, panting heavily, while myself and my sister just stood there, swallowed by our own worries. “I'm so angry! That motherfucker beating up a lady,” Nikita blurted out. “This calls for something spicy. Hey runaway bride, how about a level 5 chicken feet? You can eat that, right?” “My–my name is Harper,” my sister stammered. “And… you eat the feet of chicken? Why? Why would you eat the feet when there are so many other things to have?” “You are clueless,” Nikita retorted. “Nothing melts away stress like spicy chicken feet. Besides… you look like someone who would eat any kind of feet.”

So I simply broke the ice. “Hey Vegas, why not take those shoes off your feet? They don't look comfortable at all,” I was trying to be nice to her, and I hope it worked. She looked relieved when I suggested that she took off her shoes. I looked at everyone, and they nodded. They took off their shoes too to make her feel comfortable. We all felt how nervous she was. She hurried to take her shoes off, putting them by the door. Spike pulled her chair out and waited for her to sit down. When everyone was seated, Isiah spoke.

The sudden appearance of Ike in the doorway made me take two steps backward in fear, even though I knew that he wasn't going to hurt me. "Good morning." I cowered in response, staring at him warily. "Grace , you are really more fragile than I thought, I will not hurt you, just come to give you shoes, this is the Lord Noah before leaving explained that I sent, you will like it." Ike said sincerely. Only then did I notice that he was holding a box. When he opened the box, inside was a pair of delicate blue leather shoes with a not-so-high heel. "the Lord Noah says you can't wear high heels yet, and this will make your feet more comfortable when you walk."

I asked as Isaac opened a small tube of cream and began massaging it into my skin with slow, careful strokes. “A cream for your blisters.” Why does he have a cream for blisters readily on him? But a wave of guilt wrapped around me, and I wanted to move my leg, but he held me firmly. “Isaac, you don’t have to..” “But I want to.” I bit my lip and watched him finish his massage, then he slipped the soft slippers onto my feet, adjusting them until they fit perfectly. “There,” he said, sitting back with a faint look of satisfaction. “Now you can eat without worrying about your feet.”

Leon smirked, “I need help with my skate laces. My shoulder aches.” Without a word, Noa bent down to help him take off his skates. Leon stared at his hair and nearly put his hand on it as he wondered how it would feel. As Leon went and dropped his skates, Leon’s eyes followed him. Oh turning back towards him. "Come on." His voice sounded rougher than intended. "You need to take off your jersey. It's getting late already." Without a word, Leon obeyed. He grabbed the hem and pulled it over his head.

I did not want Anna to see me being pointed at and insulted like this. That was the only dignity I had left. As I was trying to leave in grief, someone maliciously stuck out his foot and tripped me, causing me to fall to the floor. The food that had spilled earlier smeared all over me. Marvin covered his nose, looking faintly disgusted. "Alright, let him leave." "Did you hear that? Hurry up and get out!" "Do you think an animal like you deserves to show up in a place like this?!" I climbed up numbly. I did not know who it was, but someone stretched out a leg and pressed it hard against my back.

“I want chicken soup.” “Alright." The woman spoke hesitantly. “M-Meazus... Ah, I mean, Mr. Meazus. Can I have dessert? I want something to eat.” “Sure. What would you like?” “Spicy ice cream.” Meazus furrowed his brow. “I never knew there was such a thing as spicy ice cream.” “You don't have to look for it. You just need to buy ice cream and hot sauce. I'll mix it together.”

Mari asked while twining her fingers together. Seeing her reminded Jasmine of Birdie. That young girl had been as hospitable as Mari. "I..." Jasmine licked her lips. She wasn't feeling hungry. "No, thanks." "Well then, do you want me to continue massaging your feet?" Jasmine was about to negate politely when Mari added, "It'll restore heat in your feet and it'll be easier for you to walk." "O-okay." Mari happily sat back near her feet and took them in her lap gently. She started at her toe and fingers and then slowly pressed the underside of her foot, going down to her heel. She stroked in circular motions at her ankles and then repeated it all over again.

THE GRIND {Playlist Suggestion: "Work Song" by Hozier / "Gasoline" by Halsey} ~CHELSEA POV~ My feet were bleeding. Okay, maybe not actually bleeding, but it definitely felt like my toes had been put through a meat grinder. I had been in these stupid, mandatory black heels for eight hours straight, walking the concrete floors of The Mirage, dodging grabby hands, checking empty glasses, and fake-smiling until the muscles in my face twitched.

I should really pick a lane. "Here." I realized I was zoning out once again, and turned around to see what Ike was offering me. Socks. I raised an eyebrow, gently taking the fuzzy blue socks from him. They were much too big, but looked warm, so I pulled them over my feet. Sure enough, they stretched all the way up to the tops of my shins. I laid my now covered feet out in front of me, wiggling my toes.