Romans & histoires Immortal Shoes

Sebastian instructs and I follow his orders, surprised it actually worked. "Now, lets escort this fine ass to the stairs so she can make her descent. Ember where are her shoes?" Sebastian snaps his fingers at Ember as she kneals down in front of me. "Right foot first my dear," She says as she lifts the front of my dress slightly. I see gold, close toed. T-strap pumps next to her knee adorned with a silk wrap that will wrap around my ankle. They are the most beautiful pair of shoes I have ever layed eyes on. I lift my foot as Ember instructs and slip my foot it. A perfect fit.

"That's the easy part." Oh, wonderful! I mentally facepalm myself knowing that nothing is straightforward when it comes to the mob life. "Mila, what I acquire from you is the shoe." He declares openly like it's no biggie. "You want me to steal a pair of shoes?" "Si (yes), but these are not just any shoes. Burak Legacy Designers are the most sought-after shoes around the globe, and he is banking on the sale of this one shoe to keep his business viable." He kindly explains as his ocean-baby blue irises study me.

I nodded and asked, still feeling pretty shaken up, “I want to know how you are an immortal and could still have this reaction to the poison.” “Cynthia the term immortality is not about not ever dying anymore. It just means we are able to live much more longer than a mortal. I am also vulnerable but not as much as a mortal. Whoever did this, he must have used a stronger version, enough strong to make me unconscious.” I nodded before remembering how his beast was trying to come out, “Your beast was coming out.” At this his eyes honed on my injury which his paw gave me, he recognized it instantly, he groaned and a tear escaped his eye, “I did this to you?”

Life of an immortal is both easy and hard. Easy because you have unlimited resources, you were born in a wealthy family; well almost every immortal is rich. Hard because you rarely see another immortal, you follow certain sets of rules which I have disobeyed since I met someone. You can’t even marry the one you love most – especially if it is a mortal. You cannot mingle with their lives. If they were born a mortal, let them live and die as a mortal. Infusing a pure immortal’s blood, loving an immortal and creating offspring with it are a few that prohibits us to do. Doing those makes a new set of life – the hybrids.

I growled at him and grabbed one of my shoes, throwing it at him. "Not everyone dies," I hissed back. "Some of us has gained immortality and I plan to keep it!" He looked at the shoe then started to grin, laughing as he looked over his shoulder at me. "Is that so? Your death definitely will be painful Laurence. The only way you can die is the sun or murder," he purred at me in amusement. "I'll be waiting for it." "Well I'm going to always stay a step ahead," I told him in determination. "Go ahead and run back to Emile because he's all you've got." He raised an eyebrow and then turned to me again, starting for me.

Emily crossed her legs and waited, her eyes sparkling. I lifted the lid. Inside, nestled in black velvet, was a pair of the most stunning heels I had ever seen. Midnight blue, sleek, with delicate silver embroidery running along the sides like vines. Elegant. Expensive. Absolutely breathtaking. "Oh. My. God," Sarah breathed. "Those are designers. Like, really designers." Emily whistled low. "Girl, someone is serious about impressing you." I stared at the shoes, stunned. They didn’t feel real. I hadn't owned anything this beautiful in my entire life.

And I am about to fail him. To find this guy, let’s go with what first caught my eye. His shoes. The MaroonNYC x Ceeze Collaboration. These shoes are so rare because there were only 8 pairs released of these particular makes. They are fucking expensive and you can HARDLY find them. It truly wasn’t that guy's best move to wear such limited-edition sneakers for a stealth job. But then again, not everybody knows about stuff like that. I do, cause I’ve always been a fan of sports fashion. Especially designers. I never had money to buy them. I never have money to buy anything for myself really.

“Witches, fae, full-blood vampires, wolves… you know, everyone who has an actual place. No halfs, except me.” He didn’t argue. Which told me he was thinking the same thing. Alpha Cole and a couple of enforcers stood off to the side, watching like they were making sure I didn’t bolt. As if running would help. The portal closed within seconds leaving me alone with Davorin. “Here.” Davorin pressed something small and metallic into my palm. I looked down—it was a chain bracelet, blackened silver, simple but warm from his skin. “What is this?” “A protection ward.” He says. “It will keep you safe.”

It was the same as shutting down the function of comment. "Damn it! Could it be that those bastards of the Immortals didn't kill Chu the Devil but grandstand?" "Among all the races in the starry sky, the Immortals are the most shameless. They are too shameless." "Why did the Immortals do such a shameless thing again? Do they have no bottom line? They are extremely shameless." The alien races in the starry sky found that the reply channel of the Immortals was closed, and they were so angry that they cursed.

"It's okay if you don't want to answer." It shook its head. "It's not like that." He initially responded to me. "Over time, a lot has changed, Alessia. I wanted to just go back to the Philippines. But a lot happened. I was given the chance to become immortal. That was a bit difficult on my part because if I choose to be immortal, I will give up my humanity. But I also agreed in the end because I had more important things to think about than myself. That's why I became immortal, two years ago." He told me a story.