King Griffey Shoes Novels & Stories

"Yes, he’s wonderful. He’s the most mature, steady, gentle, and considerate man I’ve ever met. And, most importantly, he’s super handsome! Every little thing about him fits my ideal type. Brother Griffin, I’ll tell you a secret—his boyfriend has eight-pack abs. Tsk tsk..." Griffin took off her shoes and muttered, "Little nymphomaniac." While Emerald continued to beam, praising Alaric, Griffin noticed the injury on the sole of her foot. It was oozing blood, which was quite concerning. He dipped a cotton swab into iodophor and prepared to treat it, his face slightly flushed. "I’ll introduce you to him another day. Honestly, you can tell right away—he really gets me. He’s the most masculine per

“Grandpa David, happy birthday! I wish you a long life full of health and happiness!” Jared bowed, holding up some golden, glittery accessory before the receptionist’s voice resonated inside the hall. “The North-Griffin Inc. vice GM and young heir of the Griffins, Jared Griffin, brought a 10-kilo golden sculpture of a winged Victoria!”

Wren corrected and Grace chortled, “That’s actually stupid.” Wren laughed again, now noticing Grace’s shoes for the first time. “Sheesh, those are some nice heels, Grace. Are those….embedded sapphires?” “Yes, they are. Like ‘em?” Grace struck a pose, lifting one foot. Wren nodded. “Only if heels that high weren’t such a hassle I’d get one for myself.” “See who came with backup,” Grace suddenly annoyed as her attention shifted to Simone still in the parking lot, with Felix.

Just orders. She showered in her own hotel room first—shaved smooth, lotioned skin, wore the black dress he’d told her to pack. No bra. No panties. Thigh-high stockings and heels. At 7:58 p.m., she stood outside 2408. Deep breath. Knocked once. The door opened. Griffin filled the frame—taller than she’d imagined, broader. Black button-down rolled to elbows, dark jeans, bare feet. Same intense eyes now burning into her in real life.

I smile and add it to the basket. When I return to the front of the store, Griffen’s already there, leaning awkwardly against the end of a display. He’s holding his basket, and he straightens when he sees me, trying not to look too eager. We silently exchange baskets like an awkward gift swap. I peer into mine. The first item is a simple blue tank top, just a shade darker than the dress from earlier. Griffen's favorite color. A smile tugs at my lips. The second item is a pair of soft cotton shorts, black with little silver moons and stars printed all over them. I laugh, unable to help myself. “You think I’d like these?”

It was somehow done in a way that they were all still within the same space, regardless of the extra letter. At the back, on top of the number nineteen was “Goldberg” in all capital letters, and in gold just like the number. The main colour theme for the jersey was black and gold, but the gold numbers were outlined with white a bit. His jorts were mid blue, and they were slightly baggy as well. Ardyn had a pair of black Naked Wolfe sneakers on, and they were the type that was all black except for the brand name on them that was written in white. He had white socks on as well.

Just as they sat silently enjoying their wine, the sound of a voice followed by a footstep froze them in their tracks. "You both are here." Griffin asked with a smirk as he strolled into the courtyard. He was dressed so casually. He had on gray sweatpants and a red t-shirt that complimented his skin under the moonless sky and showed off his well builded body. He looked so much like a full course meal and even the twins had to frown in jealousy at their uncle's appearance. "Griffin you're still here?" Zayn asked in a mocking tone, but Griffin chuckled and said in return. "If I'm not here, then where should I be?"

Grace stood and watched Reyna rummage, looking for a pair of shoes. “FOUND IT”, Reyna yelled as she held up a pair of Grey Satin Peep Toe heels, it had a diamante encrusted ring on the toe of the shoe. She hoped it would fit Grace. “Try it and see if it fits?” Grace’s feet were a bit chubby so she was hoping it wouldn’t be too tight on her foot. Grace said a small prayer to the Gods and slipped her foot in the shoe. Her foot fitted in it, but it was hurting a bit around her toe.

I don't have to worry about the headmistress, the gym teacher, and everyone else that hates me. Griffin leaned against the front door, his getup is sexy in his bad boy charm. White tank top, leather jacket with the sleeves cut off, and a pair of dark blue jeans tucked into black boots. He may not have my sense of fashion, but whatever he's doing works for him. My cheeks warmed, does he know what happened between me and Dell? Nah, I'm sure he doesn't. "I'm ready." He looked up from his phone, running his gaze over my attire.

They flowed with the dress perfectly. Grace then disappeared back into the closet heading the same way she did to get the dress except this time she came back with a pair of black sparkly slip-on shoes, now with being werewolves we very rarely wear shoes as they get in the way when shifting, a bit like shifting in jeans and a blouse.