Loser Fruit Feet Novels & Stories

I can’t really expect myself to beat a professional assassin give or take. I groaned when I felt both of my feet stings from the murky solution. I don’t know why every single time I entered The Flesh, my boots or shoes would disappear like the gust of wind. I would only relive that encasing sensation on my feet when I left this membraneous region.

Ice's feet were already hurting and she knew that she already had wounds on her feet, which is why she immediately took her heels off and threw them away angrily at the same time as she put her pouch in her bra. “I guess, I need to sacrifice my feet for the sake of this mission, darn it!” She mumbled under her breath in annoyance.

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.

“Jungle foot.” “Huh?” I look at him quizzically. “Jungle foot, or foot rot. It’s from wearing your boots too long and sweating. Our soldiers in Cambiador get this when we go on ruck marches, and they can’t shift.” “Doesn’t their counterpart heal them?”

I was happy they were done shopping. "Yeah, we can get some food at the food court, and then we can go shoe shopping," Ella said, making me frown. "I already have shoes," I said, and they looked at the old Sketechers I was wearing. "Yeah, but you need more than one pair of shoes, Sofia," Tammie said

I muttered, walking past trees after trees. I cringed, feeling myself step onto something wet and moist, “Ew!” I screeched. Looking at my feet, I noticed I was bare feet covered in dirt. Being completely determined to simply get away from Tristan, I didn’t even check to see if I was wearing any footwear. Balling my fists, I let out a scream of frustration and face-palmed. Frustration built in my veins, wanting me to punch and kick every tree in sight. Calling him every name under the sun, I turned back towards his house and shouted, “TRISTAN SLADE! GIVE ME BACK MY JIMMY CHOOS!” Knowing I won’t receive any answer, I whined as I continued walking forward, “He has my Jimmy Choos.”

She comes out again with a pair of heels in hand and I can't help but laugh at her. "I can't wear heels to the festival Lorie." I say as she hands them to me. She gives me a pouting face at my words. "If I wear heels I won't be able to walk around with you the whole time because heels make your feet hurt." I reply. "Oh ok." She says as she gives me a more understanding look and returns to my closet again. She reemerges with my black tennis shoes with white laces and hands them to me. "Good choice!" I say with a grin.

I said to him and winked, then I watched as some parts of his face slowly turned red like I was flirting with him… It was a struggle not to laugh. With that, I turned around to leave and Lily followed suit. We got back to the room and the first thing I did was kick my shoes off before I sat down to massage my sole which hurt so bad from walking around in pairs of shoes that I wasn't used to for days. “My legs hurt so bad that I want to cry. I wish I won't have to wear shoes again!” I wailed out in despair as I kept on messaging my feet and pouting at Lily who was watching me with a small smile playing on her face.

Fruto looked outside and stared at the gloomy weather thinking hard about life and the shoes he’s wearing. It was quite old– the shoes, not his life. And his feet started aching just from the first five minutes of wearing it. He let out a small sigh before sneaking his fingers on the sole and pulling it down. He’ll just step on it like he does on slippers. Anyway, he’s wearing white and clean socks. The pants he’d put on does not help, though. He had been looking absolutely ridiculous. His new uniform barely fits him. Everything was too short and tight.

Nico playfully smiled. "Gay." Lazarus mumbled. "As if you're not." Nico fired back, with him biting his lower lip. And trust me he looked hot and devilish. I sighed and gazed at my battered feet. They looked worse from before. The blood droplets oozed out of cuts that I had recently got from walking on the hard floor. Small blisters had covered almost all of the sole of my feet, some of them even popped open leaving my inner skin bare to the ground while my toes ached from the reddish blue bruises.