Peyton List Bare Feet Novels & Stories

Her continuous movement caught my attention, and I realized the shoes she had on must be strangling her feet. I twisted the phone away from my face and motioned to her heels. "Take 'em off." "I'm meeting Masyn at Sadler's. I just left the lawyer's office. Where are you?" Beau kept talking, while I steadied Peyton's arm so she could remove her shoes. "Just finished cleaning up your mess," I answered into the phone, distracted by the neon-pink polish on Peyton's toes. "Yeah, sorry about that. You need me to come get you?"

Yeah, that must be it. After completing the dishes, Andrei takes a moment to dry his hands before wandering over to where I'm sitting, his pace leisurely. I stare at his bare feet, my brain momentarily fixated on the sight. “Why no shoes, Mr. Carter?” “Walking barefoot is like a yoga practice. Builds up the balance, strengthens the soles, and gets you in touch with Mother Earth.” I raise an eyebrow, skeptical. How much of that is actually true, I wonder?

I could only imagine what the bottom of my feet looked like now that I was running bare-footed on sharp rocks and pine needles. “She better be,” Nathan boomed from behind me before I would answer. Nathan wore his normal gray sweats I had seen many times before, but I couldn't tear my eyes from his bare chest. His perfectly sculpted muscles made my heart flutter in anticipation, despite our current circumstances. I looked closer when my eyes rested on a dark patch on the left of his stomach. As he came closer, I noticed two small puncture wounds at the top of the steady blood flow coming from his left abdomen.

He then turned to look at Levy and questioned, “Does your feet hurt a lot?” “It’s nothing,” Levy sighed with a shake of her head. “I am not used to such pointed heels and long hours that's all. In the prison we used to stay barefoot, sometimes the simplest shoes were given to us because our patrons did not want us to burn or stab our feet on something and make them lose their money. However, I have never worn heels…and that too for a day.”

But standing here now made it look almost modest. As I admired the scale of it, reality tugged me back, people passing by had started to stare. It didn’t take long for me to realize why. I glanced down at my feet. My shoes were dangling from my hand, and I stood there barefoot on the polished stone. Earlier, on my mad dash across the street, I’d broken my toenail badly. The pain had been so sharp it made me limp, and the only thing that felt bearable was to take the heels off entirely. But now, about to walk into a company like this, I knew showing up barefoot was worse than limping.

he asks as he examines the single layer of pantyhose he’s put on as opposed to his usual five. “Babe, the outfits are drop-dead gorgeous the house down, but not with those shoes,” I say, folding my arms and jutting my hip. “I like these shoes,” he whines. “Bitch is you crazy? Just the other day you gave me hell for wearing my favourite jellies to brunch and that was just casual attire, this is a whole other travesty,” I say in disapproval as I glare at the 7-inch nude peep-toe platform stilettos. The shoes are fabulous, but not in a million years with these outfits. “I will not let you get up on stage looking more opulent than a damn chandelier only for you to have those on your feet,” I shr

someone started urging. I took a deep breath. Instead of stepping forward, I bent down in front of everyone. My fingers hooked the laces, and with a hard tug, I cleanly pulled off the sneaker on my left foot and casually tossed it into the grass nearby. Then the right one. Wearing nothing but a pair of white cotton socks, I straightened up and planted my feet onto the concrete, which had been baked scorching hot by the sun. The crowd instantly exploded. "What the hell is she doing? Is she some barefoot monk?"

❌ Do not copy or share on any platform ❌ Peyton stood up from the bed, she wore her pair of slippers and walked in the direction of Luca’s room. When she got to the door, she opened the door and entered the room. She could see Luca sleeping on the bed; the youngster spread his legs and occupied the whole space of the bed meant for a maximum of three people. Peyton gazed at Luca for about 12 minutes and walked in the direction of the standing fan. She reduced the speed of the fan, used a blanket to cover Luca’s body and moved out of the room.

PIPER My boots patter on the smooth paved driveway of the Theta house, as I follow behind Paisley. She’s strutting in stilettos, while I’m marching in boots. It already feels like I’ve done something wrong. Why did I ever agree to this? Scratch that. Why did I agree to wearing this outfit? The plush, white and pink romper, with bunny ears attached to the hoodie is unflattering. Of course my big boobs push at the cheap and flimsy zipper, letting it be known at least that I’m a girl. But you can’t see any of my curves. Not the way Paisley is on full display. Cheeky underwear-like bottoms, with fishnets underneath, and a deep purple corset, that pushes her boobs up high. She fusses with them tr

A wide grin on her face as she bounces in place. "Ready?" she asks. "Someone's excited," Peyton says, and she nods. "It feels more like he's a part of us. It's a good feeling" she nods again, and my heart clenches. "Let's go" I make my way to the door, but Peyton grabs my arm gently. "You need shoes on" his voice is soft, and it makes my stomach flutter. He drops down to his knee, and helps me put on my shoes. It's a little hard to bend down, so he's been helping me. And everytime, it makes me feel giddy.