Lebron Toes Novels & Stories

Aaron dropped to one knee, his massive frame completely dwarfing the infant. Leo stopped kicking his legs for a second. He looked up at the towering, tattooed giant kneeling over him. Then, completely unafraid, Leo let out a soft, delighted squeal, one of his tiny hands flailing out until his little fingers brushed against Aaron's arm. A tiny, impossibly soft smile touched the corner of Aaron’s mouth. Aaron reached out with agonizing care, offering his large, calloused index finger. Leo’s tiny hand instantly clamped around it, holding on with surprising newborn strength.

She gritted her teeth, kicked off her high heels, and ran barefoot after Leo. Leo turned around to gaze at her when the sound of high heels stopped. His eyebrows moved a little, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he sped up without making a sound. A man with a knife suddenly ran out from their left side just as they were ready to leave the VIP area. His eyes were angry. He walked around the gathering and then glanced at Mona.

A well designed ankles size black air Max canvass with a white sole. Somehow, the sporty shoes fitted his cooperate uniform and added that bit of class to his dressing Chad looked at himself, his shirt was too big! His trousers, not fitted like the boy’s which gave the boy a celebrity look - Zach Efron-ish. And his shoes! Oh his shoes! His parents told him they were superb! After all, it was a 1913 Italian black leather design! With a pointed tip which stood up most times like an agama lizard does when basking under the sun.

"What's the problem?" She didn’t look at him. “I told him to sit so Freida could put his shoes on,” she said, clipped, like she was reporting an inconvenience. “He keeps fighting everyone. This happens every morning, and I'm sick of it!" “That’s not—” Toby started. Leo staggered backward suddenly, tripped over his own foot, and went down hard on his bottom. For half a second, there was silence. Then he wailed. The sound burst out of him, full-bodied, shattered. Leo’s face crumpled completely as if something inside him had finally given way. He threw his arms up, sobbing so hard he couldn’t catch his breath.

Then Soren lowered himself onto one knee. He took out a pair of soft flat leather shoes from behind his back and placed them in front of her. After that, he gently lifted one of her feet and examined it. The unexpected gesture left Meryl unsure what to do. She instinctively tried to pull her foot back, but he did not release it. Soren studied her foot. It was beautiful, small enough to rest neatly in his palm, with ten rounded toes that looked smooth as jade. The high heels must not have fit properly. Her heel and toes were rubbed red, and a blister had formed beside her smallest toe.

Definitely a peculiar connection between those two. “Look there,” Jackson presses a finger on the monitor. “These three are male. That’s the bitch in the red heels. Looks like Louboutins.” Weirdly, I’m not surprised that my brother seems to be familiar with women’s shoe brands. “Pradas,” Lee corrects. Okay, am I the only man in the room who doesn’t have a PhD in designer stilettos? I know suits, ties, watches, underwear … but I’ve never modeled six-inch spikes — and they sure as hell don’t make them in my size.

He knelt in front of her like Prince Charming with a glass slipper, only the slipper was a heavy-duty, black tactical boot with aggressive tread. "Try this," he said, sliding it onto her foot. It felt heavy, but solid. Indestructible. "It feels like I could kick a door down," Leela said wiggling her toes. They bought the boots. Then the sneakers (two pairs, per Elana's orders). Then the house slippers.

Pffft! Lebron spit out a mouthful of blood. His face was cold. “Be a man, Harvey York! You can kill me, but don’t you dare humiliate me!” “Kill me!” “I will never give in!” “Good.” Harvey nodded, then stepped on Lebron’s left wrist. There was a loud crack, and Lebron let out a scream of agony. His face had completely lost all color. Lebron was a sharpshooter, and he relied on his hands to do his work. Now that Harvey had broken one of them, he would be considered half-crippled.

Leo looked up at him with wide eyes. "You're doing it wrong," Sebastian said. Leo's face fell. "I am?" "Your feet are too close together. Spread them out a little. Like this." Sebastian demonstrated, his skates planted wide apart, his knees bent. "See? You're harder to knock over when your base is wider." Leo copied him. His feet slid apart. He wobbled, caught himself, and stayed standing. "I'm not falling!" Leo yelled. "Not yet." Sebastian smiled. "Now try moving. Slow steps. Don't rush."

I rolled my eyes at how he was majorly failing to put distance between us. I pulled the tissue paper back, and it revealed a black pair of Louboutin peep toe pumps. My eyes grew wide as the patent leather was glistening in the sun that shone threw the windscreen of my car. I lightly touched them and a small smile came across my face. What an asshole, I laughed.