Novel & Cerita Put Yourself In His Shoes

“I just noticed that your shoes were looking a little beat up. If you want to start training seriously, you should have good shoes; unless you’re trying to hurt yourself.” “Oh. Well… Thank you, Noah.” I walked up to him in the doorway, still admiring the shoes. They were exactly my kind of style, and I was excited to wear them—I just hated the fact that I had to be so wary since he had a bit of a track record trying to butter me up with gifts.

His face was calm, his mouth pulled into a composed line, but internally, he was in chaos. “Why me? Out of all these people, I’m the one who has to go up first! Can they see me shaking? Please stop, legs—don’t trip. If I faceplant on my way up there, I’ll have to fake my own death and move to another continent." With each step, he had to mentally coach himself. He focused hard, imagining his feet gluing themselves firmly to the ground with each step. Come on, you stupid legs! Act like they belong to a warrior and not a newborn deer. When he finally reached the platform, he let out a relieved exhale. Made it without faceplanting!

She said, "Well, maybe I don't want to answer." "No you would, put him in your fucking shoes, doesn’t it point to try fact that you won't want to see him anymore.” I shrugged. “Really, just a shrug?” I frowned. “What should I say?" “Dammit, you are making a mistake, trust me…you are." My heart fluttered.

Is this how my life will end up? *** "Lick my shoes", I heard him say. Wait a minute, What did I just hear him say?, did I hear him right?. My gaze went to his face which was void of no emotions then to his shoes then again back to his face. "Lick my shoes", he repeated in a cold voice. My face turned pale instantly,how can someone be so cruel to tell his fellow being to lick his shoes? "I am sorry for bumping into you but I can't do what you asked of me",I said to him.

I asked the shoe shop clerk to get my size. Back I accidentally glanced at the end of the shop; I was surprised when a man who was wearing a black jacket and hat was also standing there. I'm starting to feel uncomfortable; I'm feeling awkward. But I still try to think positively by acting calm and being normal. I paid for the shoes in the cashier; now I want to eat ice cream.

I think about dumping a boiling pot of early grey over her ratty head as II set the spoon to rest. “Ahem,” I fake clearing my throat and cross my legs letting the high pump of my clunky heels drape over one another. These shoes probably cost more than everything on this menu combined and if these bitches sitting across from me what to talk about me, well they should at least know I wouldn’t hesitate to make their pathetic lives worth something by stepping on them with these shoes. “If you think I had melt down back in the states, you should see what I’m like when I’m not on my own land,” I tell them and flash a smile. The one girls jaw drops open but no sound comes out.

I watch Shane push the ottoman tight against the couch, my heart beating too hard. He considers me for a moment and then drops onto the couch and situates himself against the back of it with his big legs stretched out. Like this, there’s no missing the way his cock presses against the front of his pants. He crooks his fingers at me. “Take off your shoes.”

“I'm sorry. I didn't….I didnt…. “No wonder you didn't want us to share her. She's just mannerless. Try resetting her brain with your dick, dude…” one of the alphas retorted and the others agreed with him. My legs dashed towards the table. I didn't know where to start. “This shoe could feed your generation. I hope you know that?” I looked ahead to see that the broken wine had splashed on his shoe. I couldn't help but bow to him, air left my lungs several times. “I'm really sorry. I was so nervous.”

Just four of them and I am beginning to feel like they are too much. One has his hand inside his front suit jacket as of holding his chest, another has his hands inside his trouser front pockets like some kind of style, and another... The back door of the car suddenly revealed a leg of a shiny back shoe. In anticipation, I bit my lower lip as I stood still. Seriously, I am beginning to get offended at the person for taking so much time in bringing out his second legs as if trying to let everyone get their eye full of his shiny black shoes.

"He's trying to make amends for what he did. Put yourself in his shoes." "How can I put myself in his shoes when I don't know what possessed him to make such a stupid decision." "Exactly," she sighed happily, the guy still had some sense in him. "You don't know his reason for doing so." "And you do?" he cocked his eyebrow. "Well," she bit her lip, debating on whether to tell him or not. "You know something, don't you?" he placed his hands on her shoulders, searching her eyes for answers. "Haani tell me," he pressed when she kept mum.