Knocking Boots Novels & Stories

He pushed open the entrance door, and it was locked. “Zoey.” He banged on the door multiple times, but there was no response. He took a couple of steps back. Good thing his Balenciaga lace up boots could literally crush the human skull. Almost running, he raised his feet up , the sole of his boot connecting with the door. He repeated the move three more times and in no time, the door was disconnected from its hinges. Immediately, he heard loud screams. He heard the sound of bone literally connecting with flesh.

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."

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.

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.

I tossed a wave behind me and made my way out of the common area weaving by students sitting on benches either eating, studing or just chilling. I’m almost by Bumper when I hear my name. “Katy, wait up!” I paused, turned, and saw Hannah moving towards me, her black tote dangling from her elbow. “Damn girl, you move quick on those skinny legs” “Maybe it’s your boots” I looked pointedly at her four-inch boots she had just been running in. “You know I can move on these girls like flats” That was true, she wore heeled boots often, “Cute shoes” I complimented.

Once it was on he felt something similar being slipped onto his left foot. The boy was finally allowed up off the enema rail and he was able to pull up his right leg enough to see what was on his feet. He was wearing very strange leather boots, but instead of soles like regular shoes, his boots had horseshoes under his toes. The inside of the boots were designed to force Cody to only walk and stand with his toes over the horse shoes, which was extremely uncomfortable and awkward.

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

Dane choked, sputtering and gasping as the freezing liquid burned his eyes and soaked into his collar. Robin didn't say another word. She took half a step back, pivoted on her left foot, and drove the hard toe of her four-inch stiletto boot straight into Dane's chest. THUD! The explosive force of the kick sent Dane flying backward across the floor. CRASH!