Kendra Middleton Feet Novels & Stories

“Your heartbroken puppy act is trending with single women, but to really capitalize, you need to look devastated. Maybe skip shaving for a few days. Wear more hoodies.” She glances at my face, then at my bare chest, then at my face again. Checks her own pulse, probably. “You look like shit. I like it.” “You know what I don’t like?” I snarl, too tired for PR scripts. “Being ambushed this early in the morning. You didn’t even call before appearing!” Kendra shrugs. “I work around the clock. Also?” Her eyes travel to my abs. “You need to hit the gym. Starting to look a little flabby there.”

However, she still hurt her ankle accidentally and screamed. “What’s up?” Lendon looked to her feet and asked, “I thought you recovered. What’s wrong?” Kendra didn’t answer his question. It was Lendon’s fault to make her feet swollen like this. Lendon put Kendra’s legs on his lap and massaged them softly. Kendra looked at him in surprise. Sometimes, she couldn’t understand him. He often got mad at small things yet later showed his gentleness. Lendon checked Kendra’s swollen feet and said, “Curtis, find a hospital.”

' Evelyn thought to herself emitting a small bit of laughter. "Alright remember ladies if they try getting frisky aim for the balls and run! I even brought my steel toes!" Kendra cheered raising her feet and sure enough she was wearing a pair of boots. She began swinging her leg around as if testing her kicking range. "Yup we are good to go!" Kendra said beaming ear to ear.

“Hey Cali, nice to see you in person. Need any help?” Whitney’s honey brown eyes fluttered open, resting on a fairly small woman with shoulder lengthed golden dreadlocks and a wide grin. The other girl was smartly dressed in a pair of form fitting blue jeans and a leafy green off-the-shoulder long sleeved shirt- the exact same shade as her gorgeous, expressive eyes. Black combat boots took a step forward, crunching leaves underneath them as she extended her hand confidently. “Where are my manners? I’m Kendra. We Skyped a few times.” Her warm, thick Maine accent made Whitney’s heart soar. This place was so different from California it was unreal. In the best way possible.

But the comment, humans didn’t know we existed, how did she know? “Funny name, but I’ll take it” “Come on, my house is only over there.” She pulls my arm around her shoulder and helps me hobble towards her house. Running for my life had distracted me from the intense pain in my feet. Kendra glances back over her shoulder a couple of times and locks the door behind us as soon as she deposits me on a chair. I notice odd little trinkets hanging all around the door and she follows my gaze “Keeps away the bad guys”

Her heart literally ached with confusion and shock. Rupert not only towered over Kendra, but he had double the strength. When he slammed her onto her back, her head hit the hard-packed dirt floor with such force that she was temporarily witless. With Kendra’s defenses removed and his aunt and cousin taken unawares and in shock like they were, he was accomplishing his mission in record time.

She knew this was a very sensitive issue for her friend; being impotent and incapable of falling in love. They had been friends since childhood, she and Killian. Kendra remembered that day very well. She had just moved into the pack with her parents, and was starting third grade at Silver Crest Elementary. A couple of boys had crowded around her, mocking her dark, creamy chocolate skin color. Kendra had bawled her heart out that day, and to be honest if you asked her what her greatest regret to this day was, she’d tell you it was not standing up for herself back then.

Kendra Millar With a mop of curly blonde locks and captivating blue eyes, Kendra was an enigma. Energetic, fun, caring and completely crazy, she was like the wind, wild and free. But no matter how much I tried to understand her, the more mysteries I dig up. One thing I know for sure, Kendra Millar is no ordinary woman. She’d made me experience passion like never before and with her, it felt like anything was possible.

While the two good friends were discussing what to do with the stocks in Manuel Ronaldo’s name, Kendra, Alexander’s girlfriend, was up in one room, calling a dear friend. Kendra was Alexander’s girlfriend of three years. She was a model and a jewelry entrepreneur with red hair and a slender body. Taking part in Carlos’ occasional celebration party, she became acquainted with Hailey Mckenzie, and that was how they became good friends. “Pick up! Pick up!” Kendra said. “Hello,” she heard Hailey on the other line. “Gosh, Hailey! What took you so long to answer!” Kendra sought. “I’ve been calling for ages!”

Kendra undressed Charles . Charles feeling the heat of the affair forced himself on Kendra , Kendra gasping for breath was getting exhausted. “Shh shhhh”. Charles said as he continued forcing himself on Kendra until finally after some while he got exhausted and stopped. “I love you”. Kendra said as she laid on Charles chest. Charles didn't say a word. He was already asleep. Kendra kissed him good night and slept off. Kendra Miller was a twenty three year old American who stripped for a living since she was twenty. All her life she hadn't known what true love meant,she had lost both her parents to ghastly accident at only twelve and was forced to face the world as it was.