Knocking Boots Novels & Stories

He showed me the outfit with one catch that I allow him to dress me. Which I did. He tugs on the hem of my skinny jeans near my ankles, ensuring they’re comfortable before pulling on one of my new knee-high boots. They don’t have a heel, making them ideal for shifter life. “I picked them up from the mainland earlier this morning while Kev was giving you breakfast.” He glances up at the mirror, meeting my gaze with a knowing look. My cheeks heat at the reminder of my breakfast this morning which was Kev ’s cock down my throat. He’s girthier than Jordan , making him

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.

Falcon kissed her cheek. "I guess it's settled then," Theo sighed. DJ slammed the trunk shut. "Now if you've packed all your ghost-friendly shoes, then it's time for us to go." "Excuse me?" Falcon snapped. "My footwear is strictly high fashion. These are glitter-laced House of Delamort boots from their post-apocalyptic couture line." "Your boots are louder than a banshee with IBS," Cameron growled. "They'll get us all killed. Plus, I don't know where you think we are going that you think you’ll need a whole damn suitcase that’s probably packed with nonsense."

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 shifted and pressed my hand to the boot latch and pushed. It did not move and I pushed harder. Nothing. "Hello?" I tried, because dignity was already gone. "Hello. I know someone can hear me. Open the—" The air in the boot was already warmer than it had been. I pushed at the latch again, then at the side panels, then at every surface in the darkness that might plausibly give way. None of them gave way. I began knocking then banging, because the air was getting thin and the space was getting smaller and—

The banging comes again, this time sounding more like loud knocks. “Someone is at the door.”

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.