Knocking Boots Novels & Stories

they said. "And who might you be?" The manager pressed for an answer. "We're here to collect a debt," the ringleader said. "She's behind on her mortgage: 150 grand. It's been a month. We're here to repossess the house."

I grab the black leather jacket off the hook and shrug it on, loving the way the outfit transforms with the addition of the leather jacket. As if she’s a mind reader, there’s a knock on the door followed by Quincy’s voice. “I’ve got a pair of boots for you to try on. Mr. Sinclair took a guess on the shoe size.” Opening the door, I find her holding up exactly what I’d envisioned pairing the dress with if I was dressing it down. I grab them, thanking her

Knock knock I knocked on Kane's door slowly. While waiting for the man to open the door, I began to look myself up and down. Hopefully he doesn't feel allergic if he sees me wearing tacky clothes like this. An ankle-length skirt, an oversized and tacky pink shirt, thick glasses, fake moles, and hair tied in two. Great! My appearance is absolutely disgusting. I really wonder to myself why I prepared this outfit before flying to Switzerland. But all because of Kane. The man repeatedly told me to look tacky in front of him. So I suddenly had this outfit ready in my suitcase, even though when I put all this outfit in my suitcase, I was determined not to wear it. But it's become somewhat useful n

{EDMONDO'S POV} * * As the thought of Kara's flushed face burned into my mind, I glanced down at my boots. They sat in a neat row at the foot of the cupboard, polished and gleaming, waiting for me to choose. I wasn’t a goddamn girl, standing there debating over which pair to wear, so I grabbed the first ones my eyes landed on. A pair of snow boots. Not fluffy like some dainty princess shit, but a rugged kind of soft.

He nodded to himself as if he just learned something fascinating. Then suddenly, the realization brought me back to reality as if hitting me with a truck. "WHY THE FUCK AM I CUFFED IN A BED?!" I immediately grabbed the emergency knife that is hidden in my boots, "YOU KINKY BASTARD!" But when I noticed that I'm not wearing any boots and simply touched my bare skin, I immediately started screaming. "WHERE THE HECK ARE MY BOOTS?! WHERE ARE MY BOOTS?!" While trying to pull on the cuffs, I glared at Adam, "WHERE ARE MY BOOTS?!"

I laughed and pointed to the pair of black combat boots at the beginning of the row. “It is what is inside the boot that matters.” Dominic finished placing the last item on the ground and picked up the boots. “These boots were designed with a hidden compartment with a miniature gun inside.” To demonstrate, he pressed on the tongue of the boot where the logo was. I was amazed when the sole of the boot separated from the rest. Inside the thick sole was a small gun, slightly bigger than the palm of my hand. “I don’t know how I feel about walking on a gun.” I laughed nervously as I picked up the next item. “What about this? It looks like an ordinary watch.”

He called, softly. "Boss?" She answered. "To his left side, quick" He commanded. Lia bowed before running to the side of where he bent, busily growing beautiful flowers with his powers. The shoes they wore was hard and upon though, made no sound at all while they run. That was one of the important wears they relied on. Shoes that made sounds while running was a stupid and useless tool for their jobs. They used boots or shoes which made no sounds at all, despite any harsh running or sprinting and they called it “The Soundless Shoes/Boots”.

The Slayer from the Undina Clan in the north. Through four-year-old Aki, the only things available within her field of vision were almost identical pant legs. Court officials of the Clan of Stork favored white baggy pants that complemented their tops with the very wide sleeves. All extra widths of fabric worked like a cat’s whiskers and brushed against obstacles to alert them to any potential dangers, while the clip-clopping geta clogs would give way to closed-toe tabi boots when donning a white Slayer suit. The getas were cumbersome compared to the steel-toe-capped boots which felt like having nothing on the feet.

He was wearing his grim reaper cloack and a formal attire underneath. Shane's ears burned bright red while staring at Mara's mismatched eyes. He secretly pinched himself. "Knock! Knock!" He said and Mara chuckled. "Who's there?" She said. She knows about this modern joke. Shane's face burned brighter. He didn't mean it as a joke. He flicked Mara's forehead and then leaned closer to her. "It's Death, on your doorstep," He said and then planted a kiss on her forehead. "It's Death, on your doorstep, who?" Mara asked.

The cool blast of air greeted her face, sending it's refreshing caress into her nostrils down to her windpipe. But when she was about to step out of the door, her left foot bumped accidentally into something. As she looked down to find out what it was, her eyes automatically widened in surprise. Was Keir trying to kill her with surprises? She just saw a pair of black boots. Based on how it looked, it was as new as the dress that she was wearing. She bent down slowly and picked it up carefully as though she was afraid of damaging it. Never had she seen this kind of boots. Above it's rubber sole was made of a black velvety material. It felt soft and smooth at the same time as she traced it wit