Rick Grimes Boots Novels & Stories

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.

A few dark chest hairs peeked above the top fastened button. His thighs looked like they were muscular under the expensive pants, though it was hard to tell. He had on these trendy, kick-ass shoes – probably boots of some sort, with a kind of rock ‘n roll embroidering, if that makes any sense. They would have gone as well with a $500 pair of jeans in a night club as they did with his $5000 suit.

Practicing a fake smile for the mirror I don’t miss how my smile no longer meets my eyes, but lucky for me the bar patrons are always to drunk to notice or even care. I chuckle a little bit at my reflection, Gramps is going to throw a fit tonight. I have on a dark purple crop top that has a low neckline, leaving my overly large breasts partially on display. Dark tattooed symbols line my lower arms making me look more adventurous than I actually am. Grace put them on my arms right after I turned fourteen. She called them runes and said they would hide any magical abilities that might manifest in her absence. Luckily for me they hide my werewolf scent as well. Tight leather pants that cl

I didn’t see any security cameras in the store, but even if they were rolling, they couldn’t possibly make out my face. The “Grim Reaper,” they call this costume, complete with a plastic sickle, but that cheap plastic part I threw straight in the trash. The robe itself will completely cover Christian’s body features, and the deep hood will entirely block any view of his face while still allowing him to see out. It will be flawless. Directly below the hanging robe sits a brand-new pair of Paul Roy Peak Explorer boots, size thirteen—Christian’s exact shoe size. I bought those in cash, too, at a discount shoe outlet on the other side of town while wearing a completely different disguise.

We are both breathing heavy. Then he tears them completely and pulls them down and off me. I step out of them still wearing my black, low-heeled boots that I bought in Vegas. They have small diamante studs on the heel. My favorite. “Fuck me, you look sexy with your jeans in tatters at your ankles and your boots on.” He wastes no time as he drops to his knees and parts my legs slightly. His knuckles graze my buttercup, lace panties. His nose goes to my core.

I grabbed them up, held them behind me as I walked back out into the main living space. "So why am I waiting to crush his balls?" Kiema asked, her hands fisted on her hips. I pulled my surprise from behind my back. "Ta da!" "You brought me gross boots?" She raised one eyebrow at me before turning to consult with Saint. The other man was smiling. "You'll like those boots, honey. They have steel plates covering the toes. Absolutely no harm to you, exponentially more harm to him." Kiema leapt forward. "Gimme, gimme, gimme."

"That's your work uniform?" Huxley leans against the door jamb staring wide-eyed as I zip up my tall black leather boots. They're my favorite and tonight I need the comfort of the old beloved boots I picked up at a Ross store three years ago. The leather footwear come nearly to my knee and you would think the tall black leather would be difficult to wear, but they're the opposite. These boots are the most comfortable shoes I own. I could walk all day in them. When you're a club promoter and work till three o'clock in the morning, comfort is an important feature.

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Grace stood and watched Reyna rummage, looking for a pair of shoes. “FOUND IT”, Reyna yelled as she held up a pair of Grey Satin Peep Toe heels, it had a diamante encrusted ring on the toe of the shoe. She hoped it would fit Grace. “Try it and see if it fits?” Grace’s feet were a bit chubby so she was hoping it wouldn’t be too tight on her foot. Grace said a small prayer to the Gods and slipped her foot in the shoe. Her foot fitted in it, but it was hurting a bit around her toe.

Who knew those lessons would come in handy now, playing pirates with two children? As the battle rages, more men steadily join the fight. Jeremy and Cruise, along with Carmen and the man Sawyer brought with her. Let’s just say I’ve never seen a non-binary man with long nails and wearing sparkly pink clothing fence so well in stiletto-heeled ankle boots. Their form is perfect. Griffen would give them high marks while the rest of us got welts left from the end of his whip on the areas we needed to correct.