Risky Boots Novels & Stories

Planet Dro’ren, Fusil System, Federal Colonial Territories Eva’s tall mud boots sank into the soft ground with a wet SQUISH. In fact, all their boots did the same as they traversed the water-logged wetlands that Dro’ren was known for. The ground was so soft that their feet sank down to their ankles with each step. The Ravens all wore their rugged exploration outfits, each with C-ranked light ballistic armor over top of them. And also the mud boots. Without them, their feet would have been soaked in water long ago.

I should have worn sandals; Matteo had warned me and asked me to be in one or take it along with me. But I had stubbornly declined and had worn an ankle boot. Even though the sole wasn't very high, it was still high for a long walk. "Fuck it," I muttered, unzipping the ankle boots and slipping out of them. I flexed my legs, letting out a sigh at the relieved feeling that washed over me. Preparing to walk, Matteo halted me. He frowned, staring from my legs to my face. "Are you aware that it's dangerous to walk around barefooted? There are so many spikes around here as well as traps, I don't want the mother of my child to move around limping or worse have her legs cut off."

(you girls will know what I mean) I sat down on the chair and pulled on a pair of socks that Sarah selected for me. When I slipped my feet into the boots, they seemed to add twenty pounds to my weight. Sarah had called them safety boots and said the toe was re-enforced but not the old-fashioned steel toed boots of old. She told me they would protect my feet in case a horse stepped on me.

With a pointed tip which stood up most times like an agama lizard does when basking under the sun. It almost looked like those old cowboy boots but without the long extended leg length. His mother liked that shoe! “…we gotta get rid of these bro” the boy said pointing at his outfit. “Lucky you, I’ve got some extra in my locker …come on” Chad followed sheepishly as usual. “You’ll have to take cover whenever we see a pretty girl pass though. You don’t wanna spoil your prestige in this school, believe me, it's gonna be a disaster if you do”

Knee-length stripper boots. “Please. I would like to hear what you have to say.” I said pinning my hard gaze on Anna, and she stared around at Burkie who was suddenly having problems stepping out of the boots. The two of us shared a funny look before we all fell into a fit of laughter.

The top piece covers only my breasts. I can't wear it outside of this room. I stare at the boots-sturdy and made from the same material. I can't help myself and pull them on. Heaven. Fur lines the insides. Small buckles run up my outer legs and end just below my thighs. Some type of strange material coats the bottom of the boots. I jump up and down a few times and they actually spring with my movement.

My eyebrows shot up. “I told Clara not to pressure you,” I said. “You didn’t.” Kiara cut me off with a shrug. “They bribed me. With boots.” She gestured toward the back wall. It was lined with boots—black, purple, navy. Some ankle-high. Some knee-high. One pair of ridiculous thigh-highs. “Also,” she added with a totally straight face, “creepy lockets.” If a necklace looked like it might whisper threats in Latin at night, Libby had selected it.

I mutter, hatred still flowing through my veins instead of blood. I wrap the garrotte wire tighter across my hands, getting into stance as my eyes follow a subtle movement from the bushes. The signal is a howl from Ryker. Ragnar has us all briefed. My hands are covered in a pair of knuckle dusters. I had my leather jacket over my gear, which was actually a crop top and slick black pants that allowed me to move around, a utility belt with a series of knives strapped to it, and military boots. A howl sounds some distance in the front, just at the same time a group of rogues leap out of the bushes.

Martins or converse . I went to my sister's room I messed up her closet ,took out some shiny wedge black boots.I threw my hair into a high pony tail , looked at my face in the mirror.God the insomnia is only getting worse, I will have to take my pills again, i look like a stupid panda.Already these Alpha's hate that a woman is ruling a pack bigger than theirs so i could at least try to make an effort .

My eyes flick to Zara’s, and I see the same hesitation in hers that I feel. — Leave your phone here — Cael adds. — I don’t want Samiel tracking you down and storming into the restaurant full of mortals. I hand Zara my phone, my heart in my throat, but a thought flashes in my head. — It’s cold outside. — I say to her. — Mind if I borrow your boots? — Smart girl. — she answers, and I hear the teasing in her voice. We step behind the bar, where I trade my sandals for her tall boots — coated with quartz dust. Of course. It scratches my ankles and burns the soles of my feet, but it’s a necessary pain. Just in case.