Loser Fruit Feet Novels & Stories

Elizabeth had so many tricks up her sleeve to the point where that was considered a little fuss? Was Elizabeth going to ask someone to break her four limbs and then suture them back? Would that still count as a small fuss? Then, what would a big fuss seem like? Just as Loris was puzzled, Elizabeth opened the door and let the people from outside come in. They directly took off Loris' shoes. "What are you doing?" Loris was a little flustered, and then she was made to wear a pair of strange shoes which even had locks on them. "These are the shoes I'm giving you. Do they suit your taste?" Elizabeth asked, raising her eyebrows.

“Don’t you have some survival hack that can bust us out of here with a shoelace or something?” “Do you have a shoelace?” he questioned, throwing me a look of indignation. I glanced down at my feet and realized they were very bare. And not only that but everything I'd had on was gone. I was just as naked as Michael... “No,” I sighed--- and then realized I could feel my feet again. “But good news: I can now wiggle my toes!” “Do your toes by any chance possess any superpowers that can "wee-wee-wee" us all the way home?” he suddenly decided to be hilarious.

Looking down, she realized Julian was warming her feet with his hands. Her emotions were a mix of rebellion and resentment. "I have athlete's foot!" she spat out. Julian, whose mood had been gloomy for days, finally brightened at her words. He couldn't help but burst into laughter, then leaned close to her ear, his tone teasingly intimate, "I'm not afraid. If it were contagious, it would have spread by now, right?" Lily wished she could tear him to pieces. How could someone be so shameless and brazen?

Rosalie's words dripped with the venom of accumulated fury. "No. I love putting my feet up. As a matter of fact, I guess I will feel more relaxed in this way." Laura kicked off her shoes and took off her socks, sticking her bare feet into the potpourri plate. "Ah, talking about resting your feet!" Laura smirked at Rosalie. Rosalie managed to cling to her last stroke of pride and turned to me. "What is this?! Take your friend out of my place right now!" She said in a threatening voice.

She grinned resolutely. "He"s not 'my man'." I echoed. "Sure..." she said sarcastically. Before I could answer Leo announced "done!" as he clipped the bandage on. I eyed him suspiciously as he reached inside the bag taking out black Gucci slippers. I pouted and moved my feet away. "What!" he groaned looking at me his eyes pleading to wear the shoes. "Those are so last season," I commented, "And, they won't go with my outfit." His eyes traveled from my bandaged feet, up to the slits on my dress, his eyes lingered there as his lips tugging upwards. I snapped my fingers in front of his eyes

Luca I stood there for five minutes pretending to choose between two brands I couldn’t afford. They were both cardboard and regret in a box, but one was cheaper by twenty-nine cents, and that twenty-nine cents meant I could get two eggs instead of one. My left boot had a rip along the side. I’d stepped in a puddle an hour ago, and now my sock squelched with every motion. I didn’t want to move too fast. It made the wet slap louder.

There was a clatter of footsteps on the stairs as Maurice, Claire and Jenny came running down. “Colin,” Maurice shouted, “something’s going on. Flossie’s stuck in her shoes and can’t get out.” Flossie had taken a pair of boots from Loran’s stash of gear; her own shoes hadn’t coped with the sea all that well. It probably wasn’t easy to walk in them once they were stuck in time, and impossible to take them off if you couldn’t undo the laces. I could only imagine the confused, blubbering mess Flossie was right now.

Once all the glass shards were pulled out of my skin and my flesh, Loid dipped a long and soft towel in the warm water and wrapped it around both of my feet. The warmth of the water soothed the stinging pain in my feet. When he removed the towel, my feet looked clean. Loid looked up at me and my heart did a loud thud against my rib cage the moment I saw his lips curling up in a mischievous grin.

She finished by pulling my hair into a tight, clean braid. When she was done, she stepped back to admire her handiwork. She applied a layer of gloss to her own lips, then froze, looking at the floor. I followed her gaze. My feet were bare against the carpet. I looked at the corner of the room where my only shoes sat—a pair of sneakers so caked in training mud they looked like they were made of dirt. "Lise? I have a footwear crisis." She looked at my feet, then hers. She was wearing white sneakers with rose gold accents. "Oof. I’d lend you mine, but your sasquatch feet would snap them in half."

I asked Chris as he slid my right foot into one of the fluffy things. "I don't know. I found them in the mart nearby," Chris replied before standing up on his feet. "Try walking in those, instead of those goddamn heels. They are much more comfortable to walk in," he said to me, worry all over his face. I looked down at the things on my feet and I smiled a bit. They are blue and they have bunny ears and eyes on them. I moved my feet in them before standing on my feet. They are quite comfortable too.