Put Yourself In His Shoes Novels & Stories

He turned back, obviously hearing my wince. I thought to tell him what was wrong, but I realized since this morning all I have been is a basket full of excuses. “Oh, nothing. I stepped on a pebble. Let's go.” I smiled and he nodded as I forced myself to take steps after him. Every step was painful until I got used to it. As we got inside a lot of people were bowing to him like those Korean CEO Dramas that Rainie forces me to watch sometimes. For a moment I remembered Celebrity and wondered if he took of his shoes himself too.

“One wrong move and the other feet of you would have the bullet inside.” “Do you think that I would have some simple rubber shoes? Sorry, but this is out of your league. It is bullet proof.” “Oh really? But why does it say the otherwise?” “Huh. What do you even mean?” He asked as he then realized that the bullet did pierce the shoes that he’s wearing, and there he felt the strange feeling that makes his whole leg be numbed.

I smiled down at him. He instantly ran up the stairs and wrapped me in his arms “You should have waited, I could have gotten your shoes for you”. “You cannot do everything for me. I need to start doing things on my own, if I let you or the guys always do things for me, I won’t get better”. “I suppose you are right, but I like helping you”. He lifted me up and carried me to our room and placed me gently on the bed. “What shoes would you like to wear?”

It took me a long to change dress after dress. He stood in front of me as I was about to get into the car. "What?" My brows squinted in perplexity. Before sitting on his knees, he shook his head and smiled. What? What is he trying to do in the middle of the road? He then took the laces of my shoe and tied them properly. Oh! I didn't come to know when they got loose. "You don't take care of yourself, so there must be someone who can do it for you," he said as he stood up with a small smile on his lips which once again stole my heart "I am always here to help," he chuckled.

True, on the morning of the fourth day, I could not stand it and asked for a day off from heels, but who would be imbued? - You're not doing this for someone else, but for yourself! These skills will be very useful to you in life, - throwing a dreary glance at the shoes, she agreed with Marta: because she knows how to argue and stimulate, suggesting: “Imagine yourself in a flying light dress, walking with a smooth gait, with beautiful makeup, in elegant shoes and the way men turn to look at you. Imagined? “I imagined,” she sighed, putting on her shoes.

"The only thing brewing is my hatred for him. The dude is an asshole!" "You can't be serious! Do you know how many girls would pay to be in your shoes right now?" I rolled my eyes and let out a humph. "They don't have to pay, I'll gladly give them the shoes for free." "You can start taking off the shoes now! I want em!"

he asked as he watched me checking under furniture and in cupboards. “I lost a shoe,” I tell him, frowning. Which was fucking strange since I always made it a point to put all my shoes away in the closet as soon as I get home. Granted, I was looking for a black pump, and I couldn’t remember the last time I’d worn them, so I was even more confused. I sighed when his arms came around my waist, the feeling of his solid chest against my back a welcome distraction. “Pick another pair.” He flexed his hips into my ass. “I need to feed you, so then

I scoffed, nodding my head in exaggerated pity. "He seems to be a cool guy but hell, I have to achieve my goal first..don't worry, you'll be fine!" I mumbled, placed my hand on him, and then shut my eyes. Within seconds, I had shifted into him, and damn, I was sure I looked so awkward in that body of his but I had to achieve my goal.

When Yvonne saw the shoes strewn all over the floor, she did not look as surprised as one should be. Instead, she appeared calm, as if she had been relieved of a burden. Then, she squatted down and began collecting the shoes. “Don’t be scared. You don’t need to, for now. This is just the beginning. Go back to your room to rest. We can talk tomorrow,” Yvonne said while putting the shoes away. “Can’t you tell me now?”

She instinctively went to help him up. He was mad when she failed to buckle his shoes properly. Even his two-year- old niece knew how to do it. He had pushed her off to do it himself when he suddenly felt himself crashing to the floor. Ashamed and defeated, he had chosen to lie still till he regained his strength, but there she is beside him pretending to care. “Are you going to help me or would you rather watch me do it like you did with the shoes?” He would swear he saw a smirk on her face. She actually had the guts to laugh at him when she was the reason for his fall. He would make sure she pays for it dearly.