Lick My Shoes Mga Nobela at Kwento

Claire announces, picking up a bottle of wine with a mischievous glint in her eyes. I follow her lead, still trying to process everything. The room is warm, buzzing with chatter and candlelight, the energy shifting from sweet to slightly charged. Then Mila steps into the center of the room like she owns the place, which, knowing her tone earlier, she might as well. “First of all, ladies,” she calls, raising her voice just enough to silence the room, “I want every single one of you to take off your shoes. Trust me, you’ll need to.”

The door creaked loudly, and I froze. Outside, the men were sitting around, drinking. Little wonder they hadn’t noticed us earlier. “Careful. Don’t make a sound,” I whispered to Camellia. “Yes. Let’s take off our shoes,” she advised. Still trembling, I carefully removed my shoes and held them in my hands. But my shaking fingers lost their grip. The shoes slipped from my hands. Thud. The sound echoed loudly. My heart stopped as I slowly turned my head toward the men. And hell…

‘Don’t get mushy on me, you big wolf, I tease internally, but my heart is brimming with equal parts pride and nerves. Alice squeals again. “I knew it would fit you perfectly! Now for shoes.” She rushes back to her wardrobe, emerging with a pair of simple, strappy navy-velvet sandals with a modest block heel. “Try these,” she says, thrusting them at me, just as a knock sound at the door.

But I would save those words in private, as I didn’t want anyone to hear that. The music began, and the ones not joining the dance were already clapping their hands to it. Althea pointed at my shoes, and I figured I was the only one with shoes on. A broad smile etched on my face as I kicked them out of my feet. It was refreshing to be outside without any shoes. So, this part was something I liked.

Sunshine Miller POV The noisy music inside the bar gave light to the fading spark inside me. This is it, I waited for such a long time to experience clubbing together with my friends. I am so excited. Tonight, I am wearing leopard tight jeans, neon pink blouse and paired it with leopard print shoes that I got from Chanel. I wore thick make-up; red lipstick, pink cheeks, and black eyeshadows to perfectly match my outfit. I liked it so much, but my friends kept on laughing at me. Do I look like a clown to them?

No, it's too cruel I turn to Leo "Please Leo, can't you just tell me" "I.will.if.you.give.me.what.I.want" "What do you want?" "I.want.my.dancing.shoes.back." This time instead of a smile, he frowns.he was being serious "Where may I ask are your dancing shoes?" With a furious expression written all over his face He points at Blondie "she.took.them."

,my friend said, looking at me. " Ammy are you crazy?, No am not buying it", I said, trying to keep a face. " But have already clicked on the buy button before you got here",she said, smiling mischievously. My mouth went wide as I looked at Ammy and the screen next."okay fine", I said, fuming."so what next", I said looking at her. "We gonna buy you a shoe,but you are not the fan of high ones,so I'll choose a low one for you",she said, focusing on the screen.

His smug grin turned malicious. Cleo immediately chimed in, eager to please. "Exactly! You should feel honored that Elliot's giving you the chance to clean his shoes. Honestly, you should be licking them clean with your tongue. Do you even know how expensive those shoes are? You couldn't afford them if you carried trays for the rest of your life!" "Yeah! Lick them!" "Make sure they shine!" The others immediately joined in, chanting and laughing. A few of Elliot's lackeys even rushed forward, grabbing me and shoving me to the ground. One of them forced my head toward Elliot's shoe.

I and Klirro were just talking about different kinds of stuff when suddenly a girl bumped into me, I was shocked but managed to put a smile on my face not until I saw something on my shoe. "S-sorry I-I'm sorry I d-didn't mean t-that." She shuttered, I took a deep breath before speaking, "What the fuck is this?" I ask while pointing at the one in the shoe. I was about to explode. This pair of shoes was worth nearly 400 thousand and I wait for this in about 6 months then just a piece of shit will lay on this?! I saw the girl keep on tickling, her head slightly moving out of her control. I choose to ignore that and start to massage my head when I hear someone shouts.

Melissa’s POV “Chop chop!” he barked like I was a dog. The laugh that followed from the circle around him sounded like knives in my chest. As bitter as the truth is, licking his shoes already felt like I was a dog but I had no choice. My hands were still stinging from the fall, and my dress smelled of spilled wine. I crawled forward on my palms and knees, each inch a small defeat, and pressed my tongue against the leather of his shoe the way he wanted.