If The Shoe Fits Novels & Stories

“These aren’t particularly stylish, but they will do until you can buy something more to your liking. Take whatever fits, it’s all free.” People started walking over to have a rummage. I noticed another couple of boxes by the wall which had footwear in them. While a crowd formed around the clothes, I made for the shoes. The walk to town had been a painful one, and finding a pair of shoes that fit seemed much more important than a matching top and bottom ensemble.

So I slipped them off my feet and waited for the guy to measure my feet. I squirmed when he squatted down and I shriveled back. “Let me do it,” Duncan said gruffly. The clerk started and jumped back, quickly nodding before moving away. Duncan knelt down in front of me and help me try on the first pair… It was a slip-on. “I can do it myself,” I protested. “It’s okay. This shoe is airy, but the sole is flat. Just walk around and see if it hurts or you feel strained.”

ADRIAN'S POV "We've picked the four shoes. Can we just leave now? I need to rest my head," I lamented to Kun, who was still excitedly looking around. I couldn't believe a guy would love shopping so much! "No, Adrian. There's a shoe I saw on a Chinese celebrity, and I feel like it will look very good on you; we need to get that." He proposed and I frowned. "A shoe you saw on a Chinese celebrity? Why should I be the one to wear that?"

he looked up at me, “it should pass as a good place of I’m there.” Why is this man so cheesy? It not like he’s a teenager. I stood, walking a bit to and fro to make sure the heels fit comfortably. “See…perfect right?” I nodded. “You have both perfect man and perfect shoes.” He grinned.

because to me, it is nothing compared to the way this feels. Then come the shoes. Because what is a fine suit without the right shoes? We start all over again. Leather loafers. Oxfords. Matte. Glossy. “No,” I say, shaking my head. “Too shiny,” Stephanie adds. “That one looks like it bites,” I mutter. Then I see them. Black leather. Clean finish. Strong sole. Elegant and masculine. I picture his feet in them. “Perfect,” I breathe and pick up the shoes.. I'm not even sure of his shoe size but I have a feeling that this particular shoe would fit him.

Her foot fitted in it, but it was hurting a bit around her toe. “It’s a bit tight by the toe, what do I do now?” She sounded so dejected when she spoke, and she slumped onto the bed. Fay came over to her, “don’t worry, those shoes stretch still, they brand knew so I’m sure you will be fine. We can take your pumps within your bag, and you can change out of the heels later. How does that sound?”

Mia approached Shelly with a cheerful demeanor. "Shelly, how do you like the shoes? Have you tried them on yet? Do they fit well?" Seeing Mia, Shelly immediately set aside her phone and smiled, responding, "I've tried them on, and they fit perfectly." In truth, Shelly hadn't bothered trying them on. Since they were a gift, she didn't want to waste them even if they didn't fit properly.

Mia approached Shelly with a cheerful demeanor. "Shelly, how do you like the shoes? Have you tried them on yet? Do they fit well?" Seeing Mia, Shelly immediately set aside her phone and smiled, responding, "I've tried them on, and they fit perfectly." In truth, Shelly hadn't bothered trying them on. Since they were a gift, she didn't want to waste them even if they didn't fit properly.

Abigail hesitated a little when she saw the price was two thousand nine hundred and eighty-eight dollars. She had no particularly high demand for material requirements. She had earned some money in the past years. And the most expensive shoes she bought were less than a thousand dollars. She wanted to back out when she saw the high price. Upon seeing this, the shop assistant immediately said, "This model was worn by famous athletes. It looks nice. But more importantly, it uses a special technology. The sole is light, and its elasticity is great. It doesn't feel heavy while running. It emphasizes safety and comfort."

he asked still smiling, he moved his fingers and poked my face and I swatted his hand from my face faking annoyance. “Stop being mean and I am not blushing,” I said not waiting for him to say anything more before I walked into the fitting room, I heard him giggle. I just rolled my eyes at him, when I was done fitting the wears, I came out giving Brake, my thumb showing that I like all of them. He smiled at me, he was holding a shoe, “what size do you use?” he asked but shook his head, “get us small,” I looked at him, how did he know the size of my shoe?