Knocking Boots Novels & Stories

We left the three shoe stores with four pairs of boots, so not quite the one for each day of the week like Jake had suggested, but I could work on that… seeing Lilah’s face light up at something as simple as boots melted my heart… though if them boots stood on my feet my heart would not me melting, I would be cursing! They were big and chunky and far from lady like, but she loved them, they made her happy so it made me happy. There were a brown pair with thick chunky soles, which reached up to her knees, buckles up her calves. The other three pairs were black with similar variations in chunky soles - all that I knew was if it stood on your toe it would likely crush it….one pair was an ankle

said Stephanie as she distributed them. “Valid point you’re making,” said Panjik, putting on his hard hat. “We don’t want to attract the wrong type of attention.” “You’ll also need to wear this,” said Stephanie, pulling out a pair of steel-toe boots from the other box. “It’s meant to protect the worker’s feet, but you guys also need to wear them.” “Now I understand why you asked me about everyone’s shoe sizes,” said Sebastian while Stephanie distributed them. “Yes. If they don’t fit right, let me know, I’ll exchange them.”

despite the sarcasm in my mind. I stood up and went to the cabinet for my shoes and pulled a pair of brown combat boots which I feel comfortable wearing whenever I go out and walk around, it just feels “oh so ready” when it is what I am using. I mean, I can walk properly and comfortably with it, I can run with it anytime if I need to, and I can fight with it as well, it is the most securing and fitting foot wear I could have to be able to fight properly, it would not fly away like sandals, heels, or even a running shoes. The combat boots runs up above my ankle almost reaching the lower part of my calf, with the tight strings, it is an assurance that it would not be taken off from my feet.

Camille leaned closer to the screen of her laptop and squinted. “Those might work,” she mumbled to herself. The boots on her screen resembled the ones Noah and his brothers wore around the ranch, but finding the female equivalent had proven to be a challenge. Plus, ordering shoes online was always hit or miss. She ran the heart pendant of her necklace back and forth along the chain as she added the boots to the shopping cart. She’d wised up with the wide-brimmed cowboy hat already, and good boots were a must at this point if she planned to keep working with Noah around the ranch on her days off.

Blood run down my nose I quickly perform a swipe kick knocking her off her feet. I get up and perform an ax stomp. I slightly bend the knee of my left leg rooting it firmly to the ground and using the right leg to land a backward swing ax stomp, allowing the power of the strike to be concentrated on my heel while reinforcing it with shadow for more power

The decision was made when I saw that the slide chain latch on the inside of the bottom of the window frame was definitely locked. “I really hate to do this.” I muttered to myself, leaning back on my bottom and propping myself up on my elbows for leverage in preparation to kick through the window. My heavy-duty leather hiking boots are mid-calf in height and will offer plenty of protection from any shards of glass that could easily slice through skin and flash.

I have to go on a business trip for a week, so I get a cat-sitter to come over and feed my cat Muffin while I'm away. But on the second day, when I check the live footage from the living room surveillance camera, I see my fiancee, Kate Swanson's childhood friend Samuel Lambert enter the password for the front door and walk into the house. Then, he throws a grape into Muffin's bowl. Samuel Lambert raises an eyebrow in the direction of the surveillance camera. "Hey, Jonathan. Muffin is a smart one, isn't it? It's not touching the grape at all." Then, as I watch in horror, he unplugs the surveillance camera. I feel my heart sink, and I immediately ask the cat-sitter to head back over and ch

"We’re leaving the territory." My heart leaped. "Where?" I asked, my face lighting up. I didn't care if it was a funeral; I was getting out. "You’ll see," he said, turning toward the subterranean garage. "Don't keep the engine waiting." I pried open the box and gasped. Inside was a pair of the most exquisite tactical-chic boots I’d ever seen. Tall, obsidian leather, supple as a second skin, with silver buckles that gleamed like moonlight at the ankles.

I say, rolling my eyes. “Geesh, someone’s in a mood today. What’s with you?” She asks, raising her perfectly shaped eyebrow. I sigh and rub my hands over my face and sit down beside her, “I’m sorry, Boots.” I say sincerely. She smiles hearing my nickname for her. I’ve called her ‘boots’ since she was three years old because mum got her this pair of rainbow glitter boots for her third birthday, and she didn’t take them off for a full week. They eventually convinced her to take them off for baths, but she would still want to wear them to bed. It was really annoying, but looking back, it was kinda cute.

shouted Xavier. We ran along the narrow passageway towards the main street. The heels of my shoes being the only thing that led my way. They gave me an extremely loud and coarse rhythm. Suddenly, a heavy metallic door swung violently on the wall. The door had three pairs of the heavy tactical boots behind it. These boots were stamping the concrete and they were gaining each step on us.