Juju Watkins Feet Novels & Stories

Literally making the entire ground toxic for me to walk on. I kept trying. Taking it slow, my first goal was to get it in the hole. Then to turn it. Each step costed me new blisters or more blisters on top on the ones I already got. Looking over, the water had ran under Jasmine’s legs. Making the wolfsbane knock her out cold. As I examined my own floor, it was starting to really get wet. Taking the mattress off the floor, I stood on that and not the dirt floor.

I groaned, "Stop talking like that. You don't owe us anything." I insisted. She huffed pushing away. "You're definitely stubborn Wyatt Fontenot," she mumbled as she began disentangling herself. When my limbs didn't budge. "I need to pee unless you want my bladder to relieve itself here, you have got to let me go!" she almost whined. I groaned again but released her and watched her rush to her shoes and hop on one foot at a time as she put them on while still making her way out the door.

I was lucky enough to survive, barely clinging to life. With that last bit of strength, I dragged myself to Anna's place, only to see Marvin holding her hand, his face bright with excitement as he said something to her. I saw her and her first love gazing at each other, with tears in their eyes. I looked down at my crippled legs and laughed silently. The Jackson family was beyond saving. After the assets were all liquidated. I paid off every debt, cut off every way to reach me, and spent the last of my money on a train ticket heading to the south.

Alpha Watkins said while running up to the scene. "There is no need, she has to tell me the truth once and here, " I said out to Alpha Watkins. "You want to know the truth?" She said slowly in an uninviting way. "Spit it out right here and now!" I spat at her

The love of her life? When they reached a serene junction, they removed their boots and waded through the rocky shallows to the other side. Thankfully, the icy water only came to Chantal’s knees, and after crossing, she tried to balance as she used her jacket to dry off her feet. Damp feet would mean foot rot, and she wasn’t about to explore that blistered path. Gage stepped up to help. “Do you need to rest? You’re battling with that knee.” Gritting her teeth, Chantal shook her head—wanting to get to her mom. “I wish we could drink the river water.”

Her long fawn-brown hair was pinned up in a bun and the only other part of her that could be seen, besides her head, was one foot resting on the edge of the deep, roomy tub. It was a dancer's foot, a ballerina's foot, not really all that attractive unless it was encased in a pink satin slipper with little ribbons that tied in criss-crosses up to mid-calf. The toes were knotted, the bottoms bruised and callused. Someone tapped on the door. "Swan? Are you in there?" "Yes, Kit," she called back, dipping her foot back into the water. "Come in." "Are you decent?"

Not a moment later, her left foot finally found it, she tried to break it but it's not enough. K Whatever grabbed a needle nearby and stuck it on her left foot. As soon as she does, she used it to smash the glass. Though it took a lot before it finally scratches and broke. As the glass broke, the shards scratch her feet as she pushes the button with few drops of blood coming out. After experiencing the pain she had between her stomach, that simple shards doesn't hurt her anymore. Finally, the pod open! "Thanks, V!" K Whatever stood up and stumbles as soon as she does, she took the shards on her feet that disrupts her to walk then walked out of the place. She needs a bath! "I stink!"

he swiftly recoiled. “No. But I’d look stupid with these bare feet…” “Those feet almost killed me last night,” Rhio snorted. “Deo will take care of it.” I nodded. “I told you to stop ordering Deo around. You’re not even his boss,” she protested, “Thanks but no thanks.” “What’s your size Miss Jasmin?” “It’s alright Deo. Don’t listen to this hulk,” she argued. Her feet looked small. Around size 38. “I’d be back,” I sprinted to the nearest convenient store despite her refusal.

Before long, both of them had lost control and were fighting. The entire scene spiraled out of control. In the heat of the moment, Ethan grabbed a nearby stool and slammed it into Zachary's leg. His earlier words had proven true. Zachary had cheated, and Ethan had truly broken his leg. Vivian was the one who told me all of this.

Ethan Wharton didn't speak, but his hand movements were gentle. Feeling Ethan Wharton's emotion, Kristen Oliver whispered his mistake. 'Fang Yuan, I was wrong.' The monitor failed, and I sprained my ankle. This is probably stealing chickens and wasting rice. It's a shame, a shame. 'hmm.' Ethan Wharton answered, and Kristen Oliver pursed her lips and looked at him quietly. Half a day later, Ethan Wharton took off his suit and went into the bathroom to take a shower. Kristen Oliver saw the mobile phone he put aside, and there was still a video on it about how to massage his feet.