Loser Fruit Feet Novels & Stories

Sunny helped Rosie up anxiously and asked eagerly, "How do you feel? Any better?" Rosie nearly fainted from the pain, and she regained her senses immediately before bursting into tears. "I... I can't feel my foot! Will you be satisfied only after you make me disabled?!" 'She can't feel her foot?' Sunny panicked and glared at Corinne with resentment. "You lied to me, Corinne!" Corinne ignored him, threw the paper towel that she had just used to wipe her hands, then took out a black fuzzy thing from her pocket and tossed it over to Rosie!

THE GRIND {Playlist Suggestion: "Work Song" by Hozier / "Gasoline" by Halsey} ~CHELSEA POV~ My feet were bleeding. Okay, maybe not actually bleeding, but it definitely felt like my toes had been put through a meat grinder. I had been in these stupid, mandatory black heels for eight hours straight, walking the concrete floors of The Mirage, dodging grabby hands, checking empty glasses, and fake-smiling until the muscles in my face twitched.

His hand moved to my foot, and he started massaging it. My head immediately rolled back, and I closed my eyes. “Oh…” He chuckled. “You don’t even make that noise during sex.” “Because sex has never felt this good.” He used his other hand and got into the soles of my feet, rubbing the small muscles and even the pads of my toes. His big hands were perfect for the job, perfect for eliminating the tension. “You have cute feet.” “I know.” He chuckled. “You know?” I shrugged. “You aren’t the first person to tell me that.”

He died later that night. And while we'll never know for absolute sure that the alcohol was to blame for his blurry vision, I wasn't going to take any chances. I huff, wishing terribly that I had worn tennis shoes. If Ally hadn't told me not to dress embarrassingly, I wouldn't have worn these stupidly adorable-but not anymore because of the vomit-boots. I yank them off and fling them as hard as I can into the woods. First my Parachute t-shirt was ruined because of Asher's blood and now my favorite booties are ruined because of somebody's vomit.

she said as she twisted her toes nearly begging for his touch. Fred grabbed the other foot to work on it with his thumb. “Are you certain that my feet are not stinky?” she asked. “I cannot even smell them,” he replied. “Even now?” she asked with a giggle while she pressed her foot against his face. Fred inhaled the wrinkled sole while struggling to suppress a moan. However, the intense vinegary aroma drove him crazy.

He doesn’t respond. He spins me again, this time my cheek presses against the wallpaper and he steps between my legs, caging me. I suck in a breath, immediately overwhelmed by the citrus. “Okay, you need to ditch the citrus.” I groan. Every breath I take feels like I’m drowning in citrus, and Kingston keeps making me breathe him in. He feels shorter, which makes me realise how high my heels are, and why my feet hurt so much after class.

"Let's start with basics," Lena squealed rushing to a floor to ceiling window lined with shoes, boots and sandels. "Oh my Goddess," Serena squeaked holding her hands to her chest. "Casper only ever brought me sneakers and big army style boots. What are those?" She pointed to a pair of shiny black shoes with red soles and a spike protruding from the heel. "Those, darling, are Laboutin." "They're beautiful." "Luna Lucy used to have some," I said frowning at the shoes. They never looked comfortable when Luna wore them and they didn't look comfortable now.

All the them remove their shoes, in order to wear the slippers that were worn inside the house. Sorin removed his timberlands and slides into the slippers, only to find his feet in something soft and mushy. Sorin frowned as a SPLAT sound was heard one by one, as everyone wore them the same time. Sorin bent, removing his feet, he saw his feet covered in yellowish white substance. He quickly realised what it was, recoiling back in disgust as he almost slipped on his feet. At the same time Luke screamed our "WHAT THE FUCK??? WHAT IS THIS?????" as he quickly removed his feet from the slippers.

I paid off every debt, cut off every way to reach me, and spent the last of my money on a train ticket heading to the south. I was living life rough and just barely scraping by. However, as my legs never got proper treatment, the damage to them became permanent. The pain would drive me insane almost every day. But, as enough time passed, I became numb to it…

Malvolio asked. "Do you wish for your sister's foot to be amputated?" asked Sabrina. Malvolio sneered. "Sabrina, you're not a doctor! Why should I believe you?" Sabrina smirked. "I am not a doctor! However, I have had the kind of disease your sister had on her foot before! If I am not wrong, before your sister got this disease, she had once worked in a workshop style cannery! That kind of cannery uses nitric acid to peel the fruits. After the peeled skins of the fruits have gone through the process of rotting and on top of that, reacted with nitric acid, it would be greatly corrosive to the feet! Your sister once had a rotten foot, right?"