Kristen Hancher Feet Novels & Stories

Must you be so theatric? I grinned in response and stepped on the first stair, not being able to bite back my yelp of pain that shot through it. My eyes were squeezed shut and I was biting my lip hard. "Channing!" I heard from below, followed by ascending footsteps. "Channing," Tate breathed next to me, gently wrapping his arm around my waist to take away the pressure I was putting on my obviously injured foot. I inhaled and let his scent numb my senses long enough to make me forget about the pain. Opening my eyes, I saw his concerned one searching my body for any blood.

Christen walked into her house, grateful to step out of her heels after spending hours on her feet at Daniel’s house. The soles of her feet were sore from being stuffed in her heels for so long. The dinner had been eventful, so much time was spent interacting with guests and family members. It felt like she had been standing for ages.

The unbearably sweet scent was followed by a loud thump. “Where the hell is she?” A manic screech pierced the silence of the entire floor. Zander looked up from his laptop and found Kristal standing atop a desk in the newsroom, clad in one of her horrendously expensive wrap mini dresses and Louboutin heels. Always red. Always black. Kristal didn’t have moods; she had obsessions with looking rich.

Did Manuel really put all of his assets on her? "Ms. Hammond, for your feet, we have prepared a pair of silver high heels with red soles, which symbolize good luck. Because Mr. Castro specifically reminded us that your foot injury has not yet healed, the heels are only 6 centimeters high, with a 2-centimeter waterproof platform in the front, so it will not have any impact on your foot injury." The woman explained to Britney one by one. Britney felt warm in her heart. Being cared for all the time, her heart felt warm.

he asked. Chandra, who was standing at the door, glanced down to her ankle. She nodded and said, “Yes, I’ll be fine.” She wiggled her foot about a little to show him the movement didn’t hurt her as much as it had four days ago. On that note, she knew she looked a bit odd wearing a cute cocktail dress of pale blue with a pair of flat ballet shoes instead of heels. Furthermore, one of her ankles was wrapped with a bandage. Yes, she definitely looked weird, but it couldn’t be helped. Her ankle wasn’t yet one hundred percent healed. Not to mention the bruises. It was quite marked, black and blue against pale skin.

“A little. What’s wrong with you? Are you not feeling well?” Gretchen found an excuse and said, “Well, the shoes fit badly. My feet hurt.” Cristofer sighed and asked impatiently, “Your ankle has just recovered. You shouldn’t have worn high heels.” The shoes were stilettos with heels of thirteen centimeters. Gretchen knew that it would be tiring to wear them. But to make herself look more beautiful, she still decided to wear it. But at this moment, she didn’t want to wear them at all. She felt disgusted when she remembered that Frank said the diamonds on them looked like stars.

She must be exhausted. She grunted before sitting in another chair and propping her legs on a small table. She unclasped the straps of her footwear and freed her feet. Oh, her precious feet. Christan sharply looked at her when she moaned. She was wiggling her feet on the table. “Ugh.” She leaned back on the chair before glancing at him. She tensed at little when she found him watching her. She should be careful not to embarrass herself. “It’s not easy to wear high heels for hours.”

“You’re stomping your feet like a child, Faith. Pretty sure that’s a dead giveaway.” I looked down, realizing that I was, indeed, stomping my foot against the floor, my body tense, my shoulders rigid. I stopped immediately, my face flushing, my chest tightening. “I… I wasn’t…” Kristen laughed, her voice light, teasing. “Sure you weren’t.” She tilted her head, her eyes gleaming with curiosity. “So… what are you going to do?” I blinked, my chest tightening. “What… what do you mean?” Kristen shrugged, her posture relaxed. “Are you just going to stand here and sulk?”

My aunt hisses her teeth angrily and exits the kitchen. Aunt Christine was within her 40's she has short black hair and she's stout. She is 5 feet and 7 inches tall. I on the other hand was taller than her. I am 5 feet and 8 inches tall. I have long blonde hair like my mom and blue eyes just like dad. I am slim and have a very curvaceous body.