Juju Watkins Feet Novels & Stories

She said looking up at me with puppy eyes. I shook my head and looked at Rita that was coming behind her. “Bring her shoes.” Rita nodded and jogged back to the dressing room. She came soon, holding the shoes in her hand. Gwen sat on the floor, heaving a sigh of relief and she started to take off the shoes and then wore the other one that Rita had brought. She jumped up smiling. “These are better.” She claimed to be jogging. “So where is Sharon? I am ready to kick her ass.”

Now what had happened to her feet which had made him concerned. "What happened to your feet, Kaya?" Jazlyn asked, looking confused and concerned. Well, Kaya herself didn't know what had happened to her feet. She was also waiting to know what actually had happened to her perfectly working feet. Kaya didn't answer but then felt Zian grabbing her arm. He turned her around to face him. "I have told you so many times that at least don't walk barefoot in the garden. There might be tiny sharp stones or something there," he spoke. Kaya was looking at him, dumbfounded until she felt him lightly pinching her arm. Her eyes widened.

"What is it?" "We found another footprint." Moses walked over. Unlike the others... This footprint was much smaller. Not Glen's. Not an adult's. He frowned. "There was another child?" The guard shook his head. "No." "It's a woman's boot." Moses examined the sole pattern. Expensive. Imported. He had seen it before. Not at Kilele. At the quarry. His thoughts immediately turned to one person. Fiona Lawama. Several kilometres away... Fiona sat inside an abandoned forestry cabin.

"You can do this." "Now your shoes." Rita went to get the shoes from the box and returned with it. "I'm so jealous of you Joni." Joni gaped at the shoes that Rita set down in front of her. They were the most beautiful high heeled shoes she'd ever seen. They were called... Wedges right?. "The Queen guessed your shoe size and I think she's right." Rita said. "Put them on." Joni removed her flip flops - another wonder she'd stared at for a while when she first saw it and slipped her feet into the wedges and they fit like a glove. Rita helped her with the straps.

Though the ground floor consisted of just a large country kitchen and two parlour spaces it was more than adequate. Everything was clean and fresh, the furniture solid and comfortable. Nothing was gilded or made of the finest china. It was perfect. Mrs Watkins immediately reminded me of Marie, albeit with a delightful Welsh sing-song lilt to her voice. She was plump and short with her hair in a tight blonde bun, wisps flying freely. With a wide smile and big brown eyes she was the complete opposite of Mr Crabtree. “Now there is a platter in your dining room for you to eat. I shall prepare a bath for the little one and do you require assistance in undressing for bed my lady?”

She has a slight right limp as she walked and a peculiar sense of humor that most people didn’t understand. “Ah, everyone this is Mrs. Clara Watson, my secretary and well, my good friend, I wouldn’t be where I am without this woman.” Jasper relayed, opening his arms wide and motioning everyone back downstairs with a tap of his cane. “Mrs. Watson, are you sure you’re up for this trip?” Bridgette asked, holding on to Clara’s withered liver-spotted hands, her nails beautifully painted teal.

He went back after a few more minutes and was about to sit back beside me when someone called him. "Klenz!" A woman, much older than Klenz, approached us. She looks sophisticated and graceful as she walks her way towards us. "Hey, Klenz, how have you been?" She kissed Klenz on the cheeks before landing her gaze at me. "Oh, you're with someone." She made her way to my side and handed me her hand for a shake. "Hi, I'm Aniya. Aniya Watson, Klenz's sister-in-law." She made a low and quiet giggle like a kid.

Natalie The hotel room, arranged and paid for by the Titans’ media rep, is quiet except for the soft hum of the air conditioner and the faint noise of traffic below. My heels are sprawled on the floor. They are black, five-inch high, red-bottomed Louboutins that were supposed to crush Jaxon’s ego today. Instead of crushing anyone, I shook in them as I practically ran from Jaxon. Just like I’ve been shaking as I stare at the mirror on the other end of the room.

Georgia was soaking wet. The rain glided off her head and down her face, making her eyes burn slightly on the way down. Her shoes splashed loudly as she ran to the pavement and onto Morris Street, dipping in and out of large puddles along the way. By the time she reached the other side, even her knees were drenched. Her feet felt damp and wrinkled, her trainers doing a poor job of keeping water out. Her socks were soggy and disgusting as they splotched with every step now.