Kathryn Newton Feet Novels & Stories

She just stood there, staring down at him, trying to process what was happening. Trisha, still standing a few feet behind, watched the scene unfold with wide eyes. She had expected anger, arguments, maybe even another door slammed in Lyon’s face. But this? This was something she hadn’t been prepared for. Kathryn stood frozen in the doorway, her lips trembling as she stared at Lyon kneeling in front of her. The weight of his words, his broken voice, and the sheer vulnerability in his posture shattered something inside her. She tried to hold herself together, but it was futile. Tears welled in her eyes, blurring her vision, and before she could stop it, a choked sob escaped her lips.

indiscretions. Katrina was, without a doubt, a stunning woman, tall and statuesque, standing at just under 5 foot 10 inches to my 6 foot 3 inch frame. Her beauty was more than skin-deep, though; she had a sharp mind and a quick wit, making her a formidable opponent in both business and pleasure.

He added, "Sienna, are you sure you're not just exhausted? Maybe you need rest—you've been so paranoid lately." Of course. To everyone else, Zachary would always be the perfect husband—the devoted, considerate man who adored me. Without saying anything else, I sent Ethan a screenshot of Tiffany's post. We'd been best friends for ten years. I refused to believe he didn't recognize the man in that picture.

Kathryn said as she got up to her feet and her being so wasted, she fell back to her chair. I couldn't help but laugh out loud, seeing how silly we both looked after a few shots. Five was only a few though. I managed my way up, as I placed a hand on the table supporting my staggering self from falling to the ground like Kathryn a while ago. “Look at you girl!” She said as she giggled softly standing up to her feet as well. “Come on now!” I said staggering on my way out as she followed suit. “Hold up!” She said by the hallway, as she leaned on the wall probably trying to regain her self.

Kathryn was cautious when she entered the place, so she did not pick this up earlier, only to realize something was wrong now. "Mr. Marwood, allow me to treat your feet too?" Kathryn said. Anthony took a glance at Anne, who was fast asleep and walked out of the room. He sat on the couch, letting Kathryn treat the injuries on his feet. Kathryn was shocked when she saw the glass pieces in his sole. They were deeply buried into his flesh. However, Anthony had acted as though nothing had happened to him from the start and did not ask to be treated first.

Camryn had asked her store assistant to help measure her steps as she was visually impaired. Given her short steps, she needed four steps to travel about three feet. Although roughly a thousand feet was not an exact figure, she had to walk over a thousand steps. Deep down, Camryn was counting her steps as she walked slowly. Mrs. Newman was not bothered about Camryn’s pace. After winding up her window, Mrs. Newman called her husband. Once her husband picked up her call, she said, “Darling, I made Camryn meet Serenity.”

Sometimes she would get on top, but no oral, certainly no anal, or anything out of the ordinary. Katy kept her figure trim by running on the treadmill at home. She was a remarkably beautiful woman. Five feet seven inches tall, dark red hair, green eyes, pale, freckled skin, perky "C" cup breasts. Her breasts looked larger than they were due to her large puffy nipples that Dean thought resembled the bottom half of a strawberry. Her nipples were incredibly sensitive and because of their shape, she was easily stimulated by simply touching them.

Over the past four years, I still caught pieces of news about her through other people's conversations and screens in public places even when I did not have a television or a phone. She was doing great after she left me. In just four years, she had already become the CEO of a publicly traded company, openly displaying her love for Marvin as their wedding date drew closer. I had thought that I would only be able to see Anna on television or in magazines for the rest of my life… Until I met her again a few days ago. Seeing her after four years felt like a dream come true. The instant I saw her, all the longing I had suppressed for so long came rushing out.

“I can only protect you so much. Gerald Hayes has more influence than I do.” I nodded slowly. “I understand. Thank you, Kathryn.” Kathryn leaned forward as if she were going to hug me, but stopped short. She was a lawyer and being touchy wasn't her strong suit. I had never seen her give anyone more than a polite handshake. She skipped the hug and just patted my shoulder instead. “Of course,” she said and then quickly turned and headed for the gym.

a tiny voice called out loudly. Gladys and Dante looked up to see a little girl running towards them. Her ponytails bounced as she rushed over. She was six years old but looked small and cute, just like her mom, Kristin. "Kathryn!" Dante and Gladys exclaimed in unison, welcoming her into their arms. "How is my little pony doing?" Dante asked, playfully pinching her cheeks. She laughed, revealing some missing teeth. "I’m fine, Grandpa. Did you miss me?" Kathryn asked, her bubbly smile a mirror of her mother’s.