Put Yourself In His Shoes Novels & Stories

"Change them." He looks at me with that expression. Studied. Like I'm something that keeps rearranging his expectations and he finds it endlessly worth paying attention to. "Yes," he says. He goes to change his shoes. I stand at the window and look at the street and feel it, solid and real and mine, this life assembling itself around me without my managing it into place.

" She said sincerely. "Yeah?" I asked. "Yeah. You can look up now." She replied. Good! I thought. I needed to give this guy some lessons on road etiquette. I swung the door open and placed my feet outside ready to get up when I missed a step and fell face down in front of polished leather black converse. "This is what you get for being haughty." The owner of the shoes said, stretching out his hand for assistance. No sir, but thanks. I'd rather die of embarrassment than take those hands.

A means through which my selfish brothers achieve their nefarious aims. Suddenly, boldly, I pull my legs back, readying to stand. To stand tall too. My feet is bare, I realize. I must have lost my shoes in transit. I don't care. Everyone pauses, their eyes on me. I only see one person. Him. The boss.

oh God. 'And what if I go with it? I am a man of my word.' 'Really! so what we had all this time was what to you a game?' His words stung I couldn't believe I allowed my heart to hope. 'No..yes... that's not what i mean, what would you do if you where in my shoes. It's not easy trying to remember your past or even move on.' 'What will I do in your shoes? I will follow my heart.' I whispered I didn't notice when I started crying.

Rhea's Pov “More like an observation,” he replied, amused. We stopped at the edge of the water, and before I could move, he knelt down in front of me. I blinked in surprise as his hands gently reached for my shoes. “What are you doing?” I asked. “Helping you,” he said simply, carefully unfastening them. “Because if you try to do this yourself, you’ll trip, and then I’ll have to rescue you, and then you’ll pretend you meant to fall.”

“Right. So… I got up like I was going to shift, but since I was afraid they might try to hurt me either way, whether I told them I couldn’t shift or I just didn’t shift, I threw my shoes at them and ran.” His face is unmoving for a beat as I realize how absolutely juvenile I sound. “You… threw your shoes at them?” he repeats. “And ran?” I nod, biting my bottom lip. He must think I am ridiculous. A chuckle escapes the back of his throat before he says, “That’s brilliant. I do hope you hit them with your shoes.”

I shied away when I noticed he found me looking at the shoes. "You love this shoe, eh?" His eyes also stood on the exact shoe I was looking at. I nodded. "Me too," he said, "bring it." My hands were shaky when I carried it to him. He scrutinized the shoe and sat me down. Like he took off the shoe from me previously, he put this one on me efficiently.

As he put on his shoes, he made sure to loosen his left one so that it wouldn't hurt when he slipped it in. Finishing quickly, he made it through the doorstep and got in the car. Hopefully he'd get by in school without any problems today. . . TBC Written by Authoress Kamara

He puts down the basket beside me and comes nearer. To my surprise, he scoops me into his arms. “What are you doing?” I demand, shocked with his gesture. He doesn't answer first, instead he takes the basket and puts it on top of me so I hold it securely. “I forgot to bring you shoes, so I'll just carry you outside.” he explains as if it makes perfect sense and that it doesn't bother me. As I am about to protest, he lifts an eyebrow. “This is non-negotiable because I'm not letting you walk barefoot.”

Enjoy the update. Ernest Mervyn's Point Of View. "Please have mercy on me, Boss." A man in early thirties begged while kneeling and rubbing his disgusting face on my neatly red blood polished shoes and I could only feel sorry for the condition of my shoes. It must have screamed internally "Stay the fuck away from me, you horrible stinking man" due to his disastrous breath. Trust me It was horrible than the sewer. My Poor Shoes.