Kourtney Kardashian Feet Novels & Stories

Kennedy watched as her face bent into a frown. “You’ll have to wear one of mine.” She concluded. “I wear a forty two and you wear a forty five, it won’t work.” “Pregnancy makes your feet swell, doesn’t it? I am sure the difference won’t be much now.” She walked out of the room. In no time, she returned with flip flops. With no fight left in her, she placed her feet into the footwear and walked out of the house. As they drove towards the hospital, Kennedy ran her hands on her stomach.

She looked at him with concern but there were also signs of happiness on her face—though she was trying to hide it. She had freckles all over her face. Her lips were white like the rest of her body. She did not wear any fancy shoes or slippers. She was standing on bare feet. She was majestic...to Justin. If someone else saw her, they would not have the slightest interest in her. They would take her as a worthless peasant. “Hey, Courtney.” “If it is not the legendary Justin.” A small smile formed on her face as she walked down to meet him. “What are you doing here?”

*KNOCK KNOCK KNO- Halfway through the third knock and the door swung open to reveal a very smiley Courtney dressed in her long, red gown and matching red lips, smiling at me with big brown eyes that were accentuated with a smokey-eye look. I smiled back at her, “You look great.” “You too,” she said with a beaming smile. Her parents invited me in for some photos and a quick exchange of pleasantries with them before we left. I noticed as she moved that there was a thigh-high slit in the dress that exposed her left leg whenever she took a step. I hadn’t noticed that in the photos she had sent me of it days ago. I opened the door for her and she smiled and gave me a quick thanks as she got in, w

After Jeff's reminder, Kourtney suddenly felt her shoulders were a little cold, she suddenly reacted, she just came out of the bathroom, just took a shower, and her body only draped a bath towel, then Jeff did not see her all naked. She raised her hand to block her white shoulder in shame: "Why didn't you remind me just now?" "You didn't ask either!" Jeff looked innocent. Kourtney gave him another annoyed and indignant look and limped quickly in the direction of the bedroom. Seeing her wretched appearance, Jeff reminded her with a smile, "Slow down, you still have a bruise on your foot, don't make it worse." Kourtney responded by slamming the door shut, shutting Jeff's voice out of the door.

Above me, the mattress shifted with a creak of expensive springs. Killian sat up. The rustle of sheets. The sound of bare skin sliding against Egyptian cotton. I didn't move. Didn't scramble away or curl tighter. I just lay there and watched his bare feet appear at the edge of the bed, pale against the dark wood floor. His feet hit the ground inches from my face. I could see the light dusting of dark hair on his ankles. The strong arch of his foot. The way his toes pressed into the floor as he stood, distributing his weight with the easy confidence of someone who had never questioned his right to take up space.

Natalie The hotel room, arranged and paid for by the Titans’ media rep, is quiet except for the soft hum of the air conditioner and the faint noise of traffic below. My heels are sprawled on the floor. They are black, five-inch high, red-bottomed Louboutins that were supposed to crush Jaxon’s ego today. Instead of crushing anyone, I shook in them as I practically ran from Jaxon. Just like I’ve been shaking as I stare at the mirror on the other end of the room.

He needed to devise a plan, a way to weave himself into her life without alarming her. Soon, he would make her his. He had to remind himself of that fact. *********** The weekend couldn’t come any faster for Kourtney. She locked in by calling in sick at work on Friday and was currently packing up for their 3-day stay. They would be leaving around 1 pm, and anticipation bubbled within her like a fizzy drink, ready to burst. She carefully selected outfits that would showcase her elegant style from the brand-new designer clothes they shopped for. It was a mix of casual chic and sophisticated glamour, a delicate balance she was determined to strike.

Reagan encourages. As Kennedy toddles towards me, I revel at her beauty. She wears a simple pale green sundress, and soft curls bounce in her thin light-brown hair. She doesn’t look like my two-year-old today. My heart skips a beat, thinking of how fast she has grown and will continue to change with each passing year. I gasp as my eyes fall on her shoes. She is not wearing the pale green sandals I purchased for her. Instead, a new pair of white Converse adorn her chubby little feet. I bend to her level. “Mommy loves your shoes,” I point to her toes.