If The Shoe Fits Novels & Stories

The fabric slid up with a soft whisper, and Alexander said nothing, his expression unreadable as he eased my foot into the shoe. It slid on perfectly, fitting like it had been custom made for me. His hand lingered, just a second too long, and then he let go. I let out a breath. “It’s a perfect fit.” His voice was low when he spoke again, almost a breath against my skin. “I was hoping it would be,” he murmured, reaching into the box to take out the second shoe. I dared a look at him then, and found him watching me with that same intensity I had seen earlier, the one that curled around my stomach and made it difficult to breathe. And for a split second, I wished this wasn’t a mission, a perfor

I felt a pang of disappointment in myself for not being able to hold his gaze for so long, for not being able to scowl him down as I wanted. Scowling, I grabbed the shoes and forced them onto my feet. To my surprise, they fit perfectly, almost as if they had been made for me. I wondered if he had guessed my size himself, or if it was just a coincidence that the shoes fit so well. The thought made my mind run in a mix of annoyance and curiosity. Leon, as usual, said nothing, his cold, unreadable expression not giving away even a fraction of a reaction.

I asked Alexander. " Yes, always. " He said looking at Hugh. " Oh come on, stop being so stiff all the time. " Hugh said and I gave Alexander a look. " What? You also think that I am stiff?" Alexander asked. " What is it that they say about a shoe that fits again?" I said and we all laughed. " Oh I see you got jokes now ." He said and gave me a serious look. " You see what I mean?"Hugh said and we all laughed. Alexander was right, I like this guy.

' I can't be ungrateful. "Shoes?" I would laugh at myself or should I say him, if I wore such pretty clothes, then I don't have a shoe to slide into. He opens another bag where I find a set of shoes, as pretty as the clothes. I go for a plastic heavy-heel fashion combat boot, then I realize it wouldn't suit my dressing, it would be better for a jeans trouser rather than joggers, I remove it and place it back inside the bag. I come out with a pair of black snickers with a white design on the body, and a white sole. I'm good to go!

He told her. “Okay..” But at this time she was not having any expectations. She heard what those sales associates said. It meant that students from their school have come as well. Keenan took her to another shoe store. However, this place sold more sneakers rather than sandals or dance shoes. A pair of shoes caught her attention. She liked its neutral look as it could be paired with any clothes. It was a white Adidas with the three stripes a heel tab and a rubber shell toe. Seeing the brand, she could already guess that it would be expensive. Still, she tried it on, and checked in the mirror.

You aren't bad either" I return the compliment. "Thanks alot" she reveals her gorgeous smiles. "It's length greatly hides our inner hunter outer fits dosent it?" I ask. "Sure it doesn't" she buckle's her silver heels. "Doubt fighting will be possible in these" she staggers with the heels. "Yeah,the heels are pretty tiny for speed and agility". "Good thing the dress is stretchy,it reduces stress" I pull the ground stretchy edge. "Girls,you done?" Mom yells from the garage.

Fruto looked outside and stared at the gloomy weather thinking hard about life and the shoes he’s wearing. It was quite old– the shoes, not his life. And his feet started aching just from the first five minutes of wearing it. He let out a small sigh before sneaking his fingers on the sole and pulling it down. He’ll just step on it like he does on slippers. Anyway, he’s wearing white and clean socks. The pants he’d put on does not help, though. He had been looking absolutely ridiculous. His new uniform barely fits him. Everything was too short and tight.

I sidestepped quickly and, with one smooth motion, kicked her square in the backside, sending her flying to the ground. "Madam, your talent lies in chasing men. Don't overestimate yourself, and please, don't embarrass yourself further."

I applied it to my body and gasped. “It won’t fit my face later.” Now than the dress I took was a high waist loose pants then my top was a crop top shirt. “Simple.” I said to myself. I put aside my clothes to wear and shoes or sandals I was looking to wear. “This,” a 3 inch high heel with fat heels was the first I saw. Such high heels are good because they do not hurt the foot as much, especially if a long walk will be done later. And one of my favorites is this high heels because no matter what you wear it will fit.

That is the important part. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I hate the Uggs. They make me look like I have tiny bear cub feet. I kick them off and put them back in the box. I will give them to Milo's niece, Elle. Bronx has good intentions, but is there anything I can do to stop him from being destructive? Is it just in his nature? I'm his mate. I need to learn how to save him from himself. I opt for a pair of leather Adidas that have a wedge heel hidden inside. They are super cute and fit perfectly. Plus they make me look two inches taller, which automatically puts them at the top of my favorite shoe list.