Novel & Cerita Risky Boots

Black tight crop top with long sleeves was complimented with a checkered school-girl skirt in different shades of grey, finished with spikey black leather combat boots. As soon as Ada and Damien walked in, the woman hopped off her lazy lying position and all but ran towards them.

I don’t see him behind me anymore, smiling to myself, I think I’m sly. Then the spike of these goddess-forsaken shoes betrayed me. I stumbled to the ground, skidding my skin across the hard forest floor. I hiss out in pain but make quick work to get these damn boots off. Throwing them aside and hopping back up, I’m whipped back to the ground in a single second.

If that didn’t work and we still believed that someone was sketchy then I would work my whiles and seduce them. Tonight I sported my pleather shiny black leggings, they were greatly stuffed into the cuffs of my knee length tight black stilettos. My stilettos held a dual purpose, one they were super cute that often would enhance my sex appeal as men could not help but think about fucking me with those damn boots on. The other purpose was that the heel was also sharpened to a point and could if need be used to help stab a person that was attacking me. If I knew that this party was actually in the boonies I would have worn my steal toed black combat boots.

I was at risk of being caught if any of the pack members decided to go for a run on that side of the woods. Somehow, by sheer luck, I made it out of the pack without getting cut, and even though it wasn’t a bag full of clothes, the night dress had helped hide my nakedness a great deal, and I had long given up on finding a slipper to wear. Over time, I’ve gotten used to walking barefoot and ignoring the way the dried fallen tree branches, twigs, and any sort of object pricked the sole of my foot. There are far more dangerous things to worry about when you are alone and five months pregnant in no man's land.

I tried to position my legs properly so I wouldn't step on twigs as that would alert my attacker. I heard the sound of their boots crushing the twigs and fallen leaves and the image of Ryker crushing his guard's head with his boots, suddenly came to my mind. “Roxy… come out,” they said in a sickening voice. “If I get you myself, I won't be naughty and nice like santa. I will take you down like the grim reaper.” I had been in too many dangers to be dumb. The worst thing to ask someone after you is what do you want? Or who are you?

I can still play the innocent nice girl even if no one believes that I really am. I change into some sturdy pants and layer a tank top with a long sleeved shirt on top. I finish off my outfit with thick socks and my warrior boots that are really broken in. I don’t get cold like most wolves, but I have no idea what is going to happen tonight and I have to assume that I might not get back to the house tonight. “You look ready for a fight.” Robbie says, smiling. “Not a fight, but the woods for sure. You guys have been out there. The ground is all muddy and sloppy. I’d rather trash my hiking shoes than my tennis shoes any day.”

Lawson waited for the situation to unfold. “Mr. Hawthorne...” Jasmine whispered, her hand hesitating to stop the man’s actions. The high heels were successfully removed. Tuan Hawthorne held her right ankle. “She forced herself to wear tight shoes, causing blisters on both heels.” Jasmine’s heart raced, unsure whether her reaction was due to Mr. Hawthorne’s concern or the sudden touch. Dr. Lawson quickly took over Jasmine’s ankle. “Why force yourself for the sake of beauty? It’s clearly unhealthy and not good!”

The Alpha's office went silent at Risk's solution. It was bold. Definitely aligned with his name. Risk was the hallmark of his suggestion. To comb through Snow Pointe would be to invalidate all security within the pack, including Alpha Damon's authority. Suggesting that any and everyone be called into question indicated foundational cracks within the pack that couldn't be denied or explained away.

“I will call you if I stop by.” “I will call you if I stop by,” I mimicked him with a low tone of voice while making a face. Womanizer! Since he seemed too busy with his woman, I stood and entertained myself by looking at the different footwear. It was still incomprehensible for me to see that there were shoes that had almost five inches heels. Wouldn’t it be dangerous to wear them? With just one wrong step, one could sprain her ankles, fall on her knees, and worse, fall on the ground face first. Grrr… just by thinking about such scenarios made me shiver.

At this moment, regret seeped through my veins, making me wish I didn't get intimate with him. I knew what was at stake, yet I lost control. I shouldn't– “This request may be the strangest you've ever heard from someone who has minutes to live. But can we have sex one more time?” Rocco's question snapped me out of my thoughts. The gun in my hand now felt heavy, my clit shamelessly throbbing to the idea. I hated how much I wanted him inside me again. But I couldn't afford mistakes. Tonight was my only chance. If I didn't return to Don Niko with Rocco's head, he'd take mine in replacement.