Patrick Star Boots Novels & Stories

“I can't accept this. I need to return them to him.” “What? Hell No! He bought it in your name. It is useless to him. Won't you at least check it out?” Mary sprang to her feet and snatched the box from Stephanie. She opened the box, and when she saw it was in it, her mouth fell open. “Stephanie! It's a Prada Stiletto heel boots! It's so beautiful.” She raised one leg and showed it to Stephanie. Stephanie reluctantly collected it and stared at it. It was a shiny black leather boot. It was indeed beautiful.

“I think he likes them too. They’d be a good contrast. And a hint of your personality too.” She puts the pairs she’d found back then grabs the boots. They’re knee-high and made from lace with a ribbon on the outside of the leg, the inside has a zip. The shoes at the bottom are a more traditional pointed toe heeled shoe with a wide block heel that offers a bit more stability than a stiletto. The heels are three and a half inches tall. Her feet would be uncomfortable, but she’d manage for Kai’s reaction to the idea of her in them.

He opened his wardrobe and at the bottom I could see a dozen pair of silver plated boots. He picked out a pair and handed them to me, holding them by a small part of it at the back that was still canvas. I carefully collected them and I realized that the boots had no laces or straps. They were made to hug the feet as had a slight elasticity as you slid your leg into them. They were light, lighter than they looked and sounded and I went to my room and retrieved my custom one armed jacket. I got back to the parlour and I saw Tia already in her silver sneakers.

(you girls will know what I mean) I sat down on the chair and pulled on a pair of socks that Sarah selected for me. When I slipped my feet into the boots, they seemed to add twenty pounds to my weight. Sarah had called them safety boots and said the toe was re-enforced but not the old-fashioned steel toed boots of old. She told me they would protect my feet in case a horse stepped on me.

The girl looking back at me isn't a girl I've ever seen before, no this girl has bright eyes brighter then I've ever seen them, she looks like a new person and I can't wait to see what this girl can do. "Here put these on" Sean says then hands me a pink shoe box, taking the box from his outstretched hand I open it and move the tissue-paper aside to find a cute pair of black stilettos that lace up the top of the foot to the ankle.

She smiled. “I saw that.” Her teeth where so white it’s almost blinding to look at. I looked down at her feet. She was wearing combat boots that were pure jet black. I don’t understand why girls now a day’s like combat boots and boys’ cargo pants as well as our polo t-shirts. “Combat boots make it easier to walk and run in rain.” Daylight said as if hearing what I was thinking. “How…” I was cut off. “How did I know? I’m not a mind reader, Ian, but I can read expressions.” She said.

I had no idea where but we all knew she was sent faraway while her father dealt with the aftermath of the shame it brought to his political career. Zyaire rarely came to school too and I wasn't that close with Stephan, so yes, I was alone. "Man, I'm tired," I grumbled, rubbing my cold palms together. It was a freezing evening. The only thing keeping me warm were the orange suede calf-length boots I wore. The boots had black buttons decorating one side of each shoe and a black zipper on the other side. The only thing uncomfortable about the shoes were the thin black heels. I couldn't let them waste in my closet so I wore them.

"Shit!" "Here, let me help you," Hunter laughed. He squatted down and gently gripped her calf, lifting her foot much like he would a horse's. P.K. Chastain teetered on her left foot before she rested her hand on his shoulder to stabilize herself. Hunter removed her shoe, revealing a neat pedicure in the same shade as the fingernails and the lips.

I look up at the back door with wide eyes, shocked to see Kent standing there, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed. “Put those on,” he says. “We have somewhere to be.” Frowning, I lift the box into my lap and open the top, gasping a little as I see a pair of the most gorgeous boots. They’re tall, nearly knee-high, and made of supple black leather with a delicate little buckle around the ankle. “Where are we going?” I ask, my face lighting up. Honestly, I don’t care – out of the house it sounds like, so I’m thrilled either way.

You should be grateful that a common slave like you gets nothing serious but a mere punishment of errand girl duties for the future Alpha of the twilight pack, some lost their heads for violating my chambers, he said while removing his boots. Stormie's boots were made out of a lions skin, it gave him a fine fitting when he stood, all this qualities for a womanizer, he took off his boots and beckoned on me with his hands.. “Come closer and massage my foot slave,” he said with a sarcastic look on his face pointing towards the towel and water in the bucket... “Yes sire,” I replied and took the towel bent over and massaged his foot while he played around with his nipples making sounds that got m