Risky Boots Novels & Stories

she whimpered, staring at the shoe rack in complete disbelief. She surveyed the rack and squealed with excitement when she located the source of the jam. One of the thigh-high, slut, boots had gotten sucked into the side of the turntable. Reaching down, she tugged on the boot, gently wiggling it free from its confines. She scanned the boot for damage. There was a tiny scuff mark where the boot had been caught, but it wouldn't be noticed. She hurriedly placed the boot on the shelf and turned the lever until the rack that was visible when she arrived was back in view.

Dammit, I really wished I wasn't tiny now. I started kicking behind with my legs and tried to free myself desperately. He hissed in response and finally stopped in front of a really expensive car and let go of me. I turned around angrily to see who the fuck tried to kidnap me. "You are really feisty and voilent, woman." You've got to be kidding me!

She was lying on wet ground for more than two hour, her eyes were busy scanning that place for her way of escape that when rusty green colored metal door of room opened and with gush of cold dreadful wind walked in three man, three disgusting looking tall and bulky man. All three of them were wearing nothing but just their old worn out pair of trousers, their huge, hairy, sweat covered pale body was visible to my eyes, each one of them was carrying a ‘Hockey bat’ in their hand, however the most fearful feature of them was their smile, their evil smile that was scaring me to my core, she already knew she was in danger but she wasn’t aware of fact how badly those three were willing to break he

she said, as I shone a flashlight over her shoulder. “There! We’re in,” she said, pulling me along. She yanked my arm through the registrar’s office and my hand that held the light began to shake. “Come on Greco! For a mafia princess you’re pretty vanilla. You need to have some fun and risk in your life,” she said. “I’m pregnant! I can’t be doing risky shit,” I said, matter of fact. I said as we were currently breaking and entering on school property. And about to steal confidential information. I’d felt better all afternoon about getting that money, I felt some semblance of security and now here I was committing various felonies.

Hopefully not me. "Milady your boots are no more." It was Stefan who got me out of the trance I had been stuck in. Boots. My eyes widen for I had been too focused on the kiss Ares and I shared to remember that my boots were in danger. I gasp spinning around and drop to my knees, careful not to fall into the quicksand. I reach over slowly and when I felt my fingers tightly wrap around the little bit of the boot that peeked out I pulled. I simply cannot walk barefoot. What if there are nasty things on the ground? I cannot bear the thought of getting dirtied.

“Yes, this is exactly as you have seen. This is the special Sea Angels’ multi-purpose boots, made from special exotics that can only be found here deep in the sea.” “After a lot of brainstorming, I finally decided to present these as my award to you for your exceptional performances.” The Neo-Rome soldiers behind the General clapped loudly, as the small team of 5 gladiators went forward to claim their award. Kane showed a rare expression of desire on his face, as Derek, being the team Captain, went forward to take his first. Kalen followed shortly after him before the others finally got their boots. He observed the boots given to him with a wide grin of happiness on his face, he could not su

A light most hung in the air, thick enough to ruin my hair and mood because my boots had hit the ground. "Is this wet dirt?" I asked as I stared down at my suede ankle boots and they sunk into the earth. Claire was already out of the van, helping others with bags. She dressed as she belonged to the_ REI catalogue_ with fitted cargo pants, a ponytail, and that annoyingly unbothered glow. "Carefully," she said cheerfully. Glancing at my shoes. "That terrain eats heel." She said. I bit my tongue so hard, it almost bled.

Each shot I take, makes me feel more of the burning sensation than the feeling of dread in my chest. "Now. Pants. Off. Now.," she demands. "Fuck, fine." I take off my pants and then throw them at her. I was definitely getting drunker by the second. "Now try these." She hands me a pair of maroon thigh high boots; the stiletto part was almost double the size of my finger. "They will not fit me," I say to her before I put them on. "her feet are giant," I say and laugh when she flips me off.

"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.

Scarlet lingered at the entrance of the Leverton longer than she ever had before. The revolving doors spun steadily in front of her but she remained just outside, fingers tightening around the strap of her bag as if the simple act of stepping forward required more courage than she possessed at the moment. Hell she could just call in sick or something! Scarlet shuts her eyes and whines, why does this keep happening to her?! First it was her risky picture and now Alton probably thinks she wants to kiss him!