Risky Boots Novels & Stories

I leaned into him, and together we limped our way toward the shack of solitude. *** “You should probably take the first shower.” I kicked off my boots with a groan of satisfaction and then a moue of disgust. Running, wading through a stream, running some more, being captured, and then getting more or less doused in blood hadn’t done the insides of those boots any favors. “And I think these need to be burned.” Ian swooped down, picked up the boots, and unceremoniously flung them out the open front door. “No arguments here. Are you saying I smell as bad as they do?”

They have a slim fit and reach down to his ankles. The boots were made of black leather and are laced up to his calves. They had a thick sole and provided good grip on different surfaces. Ryan's attire gave him a sleek and dangerous look, even though he wasn’t any dangerous I gave him a quick nod, signaling that I was ready, and he responded with a determined look in his eyes. "Are you ready for this, father?" Ryan asked me, and I can feel his excitement and determination rubbing off on me. I take a deep breath and stand up straight, looking out over the pack. "I should be asking you, if were good, let me know so we can begin our journey."

“I think he likes them too. They’d be a good contrast. And a hint of your personality too.” She puts the pairs she’d found back then grabs the boots. They’re knee-high and made from lace with a ribbon on the outside of the leg, the inside has a zip. The shoes at the bottom are a more traditional pointed toe heeled shoe with a wide block heel that offers a bit more stability than a stiletto. The heels are three and a half inches tall. Her feet would be uncomfortable, but she’d manage for Kai’s reaction to the idea of her in them.

Even his leather boots had steel toecaps, making him look every inch a bad boy biker who liked to crush skulls beneath his feet. As if reading my thoughts, he replied, “I would put on some sensible footwear if I were you.” I made a move to stand up. “You’re not taking her rock-climbing up the mountains of Forest Hills,” Grayson chastised his brother, scrunching his face. “Stick to the nature trail.” Grayson was hot on my heels as I left to rummage through my luggage, looking for my hiking boots. They were brand new, never worn. I was likely to end up with blisters after my first time wearing them.

“Jungle foot.” “Huh?” I look at him quizzically. “Jungle foot, or foot rot. It’s from wearing your boots too long and sweating. Our soldiers in Cambiador get this when we go on ruck marches, and they can’t shift.” “Doesn’t their counterpart heal them?”

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.

It hadn’t occurred to him that might not be a good thing until it happened. He and Jessie were in the boot section of Tisdale’s, trying to figure out if rubber boots worn over shoes were a better choice than simple snow boots. Since neither he nor Jessie had shoe shopped for a toddler, getting Landon to sit still proved a major obstacle. “No. Put those back. We don’t want anything with laces.” Brandt held up the camouflage boots. “But they have drawstrings on the top. They’ll stay tied.” Landon reached for them with a possessive grunt.

I sent a message: “It sounds promising, but what exactly do you mean by 'risky'?” Ethan calmly explained, “If Ken Yimo or Derrick Kwok gets provoked, they might harm Nick.” His concern was well-founded; both Ken Yimo and Derrick Kwok were not to be trifled with, and their anger could swiftly escalate into deadly actions. The potential consequences weighed heavily on my mind, reminding me that we were playing a dangerous game where one wrong move could cost us dearly.

"Do you want to go for a drive?" Going for a drive with Roman doesn't sound like a bad idea. "Okay, sure, let me get my shoes." I scurry off to my room and retrieve my shoes. I settle on my favourite pair of yellow rain boots with floral designs on them. I find him waiting in the elevator, a smirk forms on his lips the instant he spots my boots. "Cute boots." I roll my eyes. He obviously finds them ridiculous. "Yeah they are actually, don't hate on them okey they are very comfortable and they keep my feet dry on rainy days like this."

A few times, my wolf threatened to come forth, but I was in better control of it. I got a pair of Jogging boots from last night's shopping. Before now, I jogged on my ten toes, surely obscure, but when I saw humans run just as I did one on the side of the street, or on the bridge over a river, they did put that on. I found the design fascinating so I got mine, a pair of black boots.