Risky Boots Novels & Stories

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.

I half open the other eye and squint at his shadow. Dressed in a dark colored thermal shirt with the Under Armour logo on the front and a matching pair of dark jeans, Ridge sits on the bed leaning over to tie a pair of thick leather boots. "Got a call. I need to head over to Redbud and help the guys bring someone in." His chunky black boots lose my attention. "Is it risky?" "Nope." He places a kiss to my forehead. "Bennett caught up with his bail jumper. It's a simple snatch and grab."

“Does your ex boyfriend know you're out here sending suggestive pictures to your boss at 11pm on a weekend?” “What? No! I…” "And yet," he took a slow step closer, forcing her back against the wall, " You did, moments after I detained you for hours. It looks rather intentional, Scarlett." His use of her full name sent a shudder through her. “I’m telling the truth,” she whispered. “And I am telling you,” he countered, “I don’t believe you.” Her nails bit into her palms. “Why would I send you something like that? Why would I risk my job?”

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.

Kian Gia borrowed a spare pair of jeans and a pair of Claw's stinking old boots to ride home in. The second we reached my apartment, her eyes scoured around the lively streets like she was anxious to be out in the open. The guys from the opposite apartment were burning a pile of mail and newspapers in an old rusty trash can. I curled my fingers back and forth, signaling her to take off the boots. She did as I instructed, and I hurled them into the flames, glad to be rid of them. For a shitty back street alley, the ground was clear of splintered glass and debris thanks to Gunner being such a neat freak. At least she wouldn't cut her feet on the asphalt.

I slow Marshmallow to a stop and climb down to the ground. The mud, still wet from the downpour that lasted most of the night, squishes below my cowgirl boots. The bad thing about these boots is that they have no tread and tend to be slippery. So I walk gingerly over to where the hat is floating around like a boat in the mud puddle. Langston’s steps suck into the mud as he comes up behind me. “You didn’t have to get down,” I say. “I’ve got it covered.”

he said in a husky nervous voice, "I see you're ready for me." The sexy blonde was in the centre of a device strewn room. She was standing though not fully upright. Isabelle was on tip toes, eight inch heeled boots the black rubber up to her thighs. The boots were so tight they seemed to mould to her perfect calves; her ankles visible in the tight material her thighs gripped firmly by the boot tops.

"As I'll ever be." The town of Blackwood Falls was exactly what Leela expected: a charming mix of high-end boutiques for tourists and rugged outdoor outfitters for the locals. They hit the outdoor store first. Fennigan was on a mission. He marched her to the footwear section and started pulling boxes. "Waterproof," he muttered. "Reinforced toe. Good ankle support." He knelt in front of her like Prince Charming with a glass slipper, only the slipper was a heavy-duty, black tactical boot with aggressive tread.

“The boots are covered in a fine-grained black sand of some sort with an unusual scent. I also find it in the prints. It’s not soot or ash of some type. I think it’s stone and the scent is distinctive.” “Show me.” Using a snapped twig he finds on the ground as a pointer, the recruit indicates what he’s talking about both in the prints and in smudges on the boots. My brows draw together. “The vamp that attacked at the Luna ceremony wore boots like that, with the same type smudges. And the night we found Kassandra in the forest, she was covered in some black silt that looked like ash. What’s stuck in the treads looks like it comes from stone though. We need Charlie.”