Kendra Middleton Feet Novels & Stories

Her thoughts derailed to her sister, and she quickly sent a prayer upstairs that her sister was fine. In the motel room, Kendra is staying before she sets off on the trail of the rogues—she got the information she needed, but not without a price–she moaned in pain as she unwrapped the bandage around her mid-rift. She had gotten banged up in the fight three days ago. Flashback Back in Red’s office. Kendra didn’t react visibly to the idea of fighting to get the information she needed, though she winced inside. She hasn’t done the ring in a while, and the brunette didn’t know if she still has the ferociousness the Ring demands.

She rocked her elbow in place, and Chloe sighed deeply, feeling the tension leaving. Kendra pulled the pillow out from under Chloe then began to rub oil into her left leg. She started at the thigh and worked out her quads and her calves, and her heels. She rubbed her knuckles against the arch of her foot and massaged between her foot heel to toes. Then she worked out the muscles on the right leg. She told Chloe to flip to repeat the process on her legs, top to bottom. Chloe felt as though if she had run a marathon, her legs would still be tension free when Kendra finished.

She too, remained dressed in the same outfit from court, but opted to change out of her corporate style black heels and into a pair of thigh high boots for extra oomph! Kendra tore her irritated forest green eyes away from where Vivian was gossiping with Morgana in the far right corner of the restaurant to smile tightly at a waiting Whitney for a second. The petite woman was dressed casually in a white muscle tank and ripped jean shorts. Her prized red converse sneakers completed Kendra’s usual no fucks given look. It wasn’t long before she caught sight of her best friend, making her grin genuinely in amusement. “Yeah. I’ll just go with you. Get a load of Bogard real quick, Cali. She’s reall

She’s lucky she’s my friend before all this happened or else I would’ve cut her off of my life. “So tell me about filming the music video, Ren,” Kendra held my hand. Tonight, she was wearing a cream colored fitted dress like it was her second skin. She’s really a pretty lady. “Did you and Devin got to talk about the differences you mentioned last time?” I smiled, my poker face is on. “Yeah, we’re friends and we both got over the past already.” Kendra hummed, “what’s your opinion about him dating his on and off girlfriend Sharon Holland.”

For the first time, however, she realized that that might not always be such a bad thing. "It looks beautiful," she whispered as she took it in her hands, turning it this way and that to see how it glittered in the light. "And, I found shoes that match," her mother exclaimed excitedly as she revealed high heels in the same shimmering silver hue. "They're so... high," Kendra said as she tilted her head, confused by the heels on them. Were they really fashionable? They looked painful. "Won't that make it hard to walk?'

It makes me feel nervous and I hope that she will handle everything properly. "I see you have woken up," a female voice says and I look up to see Kendra walking towards me from the corner. She has a full black outfit and her black hair is splayed down over her shoulders, making her look a lot younger than before. She has removed her glasses too, and it also adds to her youthfulness. "Yeah," I mutter. I am not scared of her yet, but still, she has the job of giving me injections that knock me off.

“What is all that?” Kendra stumbled a few steps through the door to strip the bags from her shoulders, heaping them at her feet. Her wild mane of hair spiraled out from her head in fat curls, making her presence seem larger and farther reaching. Beneath the layered straps of the many bags, Sidney could make out the meticulous business-casual attire of Kendra’s work day, her badge plastered against her somewhere beneath the web. “Oh, girl,” Kendra huffed, “don’t even ask. Kids. It’s kids.”

He said pertaining to the girl sitting in the first row. I look at the girl he's on and I recognize her face. She looks familiar, yet I can't exactly say where and when I saw her. She has hickory brown medium hair, matching her cinnamon-brown eyes. She marches in front of the class, as she smiles sweetly at each one of us. "Hello everyone! I'm Kendra Brites, 16 years old. Nice to meet you all!" She utters as she roams her eyes on us. And I saw a glimpse of surprise in her eyes as our gaze met. She slightly bows her head and smiles at me once again. And with that, I remember where I saw her.

I could feel my color drain as I stared at the food for a second too long, bile rising at the back of my throat which I forced down once again. "Good choice," she gleefully chirped, giving me a pat on the shoulder, "I'm Kendra by the way, we're in AP math together." I took in her clothing which wasn't much. A short mini skirt and a cropped top with long sleeves. She noticed my roaming eyes and laughed joyfully, "I'm part of the cheer squad. I actually just came from practice. Come on, let's head outside. My skin needs to feel the heat of the sun." Without warning, she laced her fingers through mine, "Seems like you need some sunlight yourself." Her radiant smile and almond-shaped brown eyes