Risky Boots Novels & Stories

"Did you pack proper boots?" Nyra looks like he wants to rip my throat out. If I hadn't spoken up, he would have played the tough little fairy for another mile before 'remembering' his boots. Now, he has no choice but to tap his own temple and offer a fake laugh. "Oh, wow! My mind must be foggy from the mountain air. I completely forgot I packed a pair of flat leather boots in my trunk." Ronan lets out a loud, mocking scoff. He knows a fake display when he sees one. He clearly detests Nyra’s innocent act, remembering how Nyra tried to corner him at a previous territory gala.

My mom would ground me and give me a week-long lecture if she heard me. “Who goes out hiking in the wilds and mountain climbing for days on end after choosing this as appropriate footwear?” He scoffs at my knee-high laced-up boots that happen to be my favorites and gets himself a snort, crossed arms, and a glare as I turn my head away and huff at him openly. I guess he’s decided that picking on my boots is safer than daring to tell me off for my colorful vocabulary. “I'm sorry that I didn’t have the prior knowledge, leaving home in a worried rush, about what sort of footwear was acceptable for Lord Hex.”

"It's really not a bad idea, you know." "Of, course. It isn't." I say with a blank expression. "You are just looking dull. You need to go out and have fun. Drink and party all night." "I don't want to, Clara." "Why is that." "I can't. Those men are out there, looking for me. I need to be safe." "You are safe. It's been a week now. I bet they should have given up. You are lucky and strong so you shouldn't be afraid of them."

"Shift once while wearing them and bye bye boots." I give him a small shoulder push to get him moving. Once he's settled, I twist around, bringing my legs up, and begin pulling on the leather. I can tell as soon as my feet slide home that they fit perfectly. "They don't look any different than the military boots I gave you." "Sacrilege." I run my fingers over the leather. "These babies have PVC air-cushioned soles. They're indestructible." King whistles. "One emergency Shadow Warrior shift and you'll discover you shouldn't be too excited about footwear, and when that happens, no footwear is indestructible."

I соugh аt the раіn сhоkіng mу hеаd, аnd trу tо stop thе rеtсhіng іn my mouth аnd mу jеrkіng аrоund on the flооr. Thе bottom оf thе реrѕоn’ѕ boots іѕ close nоw. It’s jеt blасk ѕtіlеttоѕ thаt соuld оnlу bеlоng to оnе person.

For someone who supposedly has her head screwed on tight I'm sure making myself look like a fool. Screw it, I'm leaving. I might spend my life missing out but I'm sure as hell no cliché. I grab my purse and turn around to leave when I bump into this hard, warm body. I lose my balance on these dumb heels my friends made me wear. As I feel I'm beginning to fall, the hard body reclaims me by grabbing my hip and pulling me flush against his body. That scent. That woody, manly scent. I can get lost in it and drift off.

ADDIE POV I got dressed in my new outfit. Wolf was right, it wasn’t leather. It was actually really soft and really stretchy, and it felt good on my body. The boots weren’t exactly my style, but I could fight in them. They were a square heel, like a combat boot, and laced up my calf. `They were definitely sexy in an industrial sort of way. I put on the hood with the mask and only my eyes showed. I tucked my braid behind everything so that no one could grab it. I was ready, so I left the locker room and met Damian and Wolf out on the floor.

My stomach fluttered with a mix of fear and adrenaline. Marco nodded, his expression now serious. “It’s advanced. This demonstration is by a certified fire top. Don’t try this at home.” His tone left no room for humor or misinterpretation. “In BDSM, there’s a motto called RACK: risk-aware consensual kink. It acknowledges that some practices aren’t entirely risk-free. Instead of pretending everything is safe, you discuss and mitigate risks. Fire play falls under that. They’ll have wet towels, fire extinguishers and a plan.”

"And the boot pattern will have compressed the ground differently than pack issue. Narrower heel spread." "Yes." She held his gaze. "Anything else?" He thought for a moment with the processing stillness she had come to associate with his best work. "Medium weight and boots suggests someone who isn't trying to be seen," he said. "Pack wolves on legitimate patrol wear standard issue. Someone in civilian boots is either an outsider or a pack wolf off duty." He paused. "But someone off duty going into the eastern forest in civilian boots is unusual enough to note." She looked at him.

Stev hissed softly. Bella exhaled harshly. "I will not run away, Stev! I swear." Bella raised both hands. And Stev snorted, staring at Bella with a meaningful look. . . . #Hi all ... !!! Thank you very much for reading "Dangerous Man" I hope you like it and continue to follow this story until the end. don't forget to comment on this story. I love you all ♥ ️