Risky Boots Novels & Stories

He opened his wardrobe and at the bottom I could see a dozen pair of silver plated boots. He picked out a pair and handed them to me, holding them by a small part of it at the back that was still canvas. I carefully collected them and I realized that the boots had no laces or straps. They were made to hug the feet as had a slight elasticity as you slid your leg into them. They were light, lighter than they looked and sounded and I went to my room and retrieved my custom one armed jacket. I got back to the parlour and I saw Tia already in her silver sneakers.

And finally, she stepped into the heavy, rugged combat boots she had scraped together every last coin to buy—footwear designed for harsh terrain and punishing labor. The boots were startlingly heavy. When she lowered her weight onto them, a dull, solid thud echoed through the room. Unlike light sneakers, these boots were built with thick rubber lug soles and reinforced steel toes, intended for tracking through the dense, unforgiving wilderness of the northern mountains. They instantly added an inch or two to her height, but more importantly, they completely transformed her physical presence. Instead of the light, hesitant steps of a timid girl, she now planted her feet with a heavy, delibera

They never opened to each other but deep inside, in the bottom of their hearts, they want the best for each other. Caspian parked his Raptor beside the big bike, Kawasaki Nija 400 BS6. His brows furrowed after realizing that none of his mafias own the big bike. Though Casper owned a big bike, he doesn't own a Kawasaki. "Who's bike is this?" He pointed at it. "Ah! That owned by someone I know," Raziel said before he entered the elevator. All of them went inside except Caspian. "You won't go in?"

I looked over my shoulder each time a human passed me in fear that they would find out that I wasn't normal like them. Walking over to the lingerie section, my fingers fumbled as I took a lacy black bra off the hook along with matching panties. I can't remember the last time I wore proper underwear. I took a few more pairs, all black and even got a pair of black combat boots and two pairs of jeans. When I was done, I made my way towards toe check out and found Hunt waiting there for me. "Is that all you're getting?" he asked, frowning down at my small basket.

He helped control the biggest and most powerful pack in the country. Her life was always going to be in danger. Her life was always going to be at risk because there was always going to be someone who wanted to get to her to make Blake suffer or to make a show of Ellie. There was always the chance that her life was going to be used in some sick game, not to get to me, but to get to the people in power.

It would have been more fun if I could shift into my wolf form and glide together with other wolves of my age who would also be enjoying the winter evening, but unfortunately, I am not a normal wolf and I only have an inner wolf who has no idea how to shift anymore. "Yes, let's sneak out fast! I can't wait any longer!!" My wolf, Sienna, howled and kicked at me in urgency, as if she would die if I changed my mind. "What if we get caught?!" I sighed. "What if we don't get caught?!" She replied almost immediately, kicking me again. "It's risky, especially with the kind of hatred everyone has for us. We..." "Life is all about risk!!" She shouted, and I couldn't hold my laughter.

It could be described as lethal for him but for me, it's a victorious one. I began to take off the lacy sleeveless crop top while still wearing my lethal slash victorious smirk as I face Hazard's contemplating eyes. "Am I still adorable?"

But if you’ve got a wolf, I’m bringing Jesse. Me: As long as he doesn’t drive. At dinner, I’d heard all the horror stories about his driving skills. Tea: LOL alright. We’ll be behind your place in ten. I shot her a thumbs-up emoji before pulling my ass out of the tub and skimming the rest of the list. -Work boots. Would combat boots count? I was counting them. -Rocco’s hard hat, also in the garage. -First aid kit Were they really that worried I’d hurt myself?

“Yes, sir. She was shopping and happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.” Blood roared in my ears, and a sick feeling formed in the pit of my stomach. “How is she?” “She’s shaken up. One of the robbers held her at gunpoint when she was too slow getting on the ground, but our men neutralized the situation before she was hurt.” Giulio coughed. “Your brother was there as well. He was on shift today, and he was the one who secretly called for backup.” All our employees at high-risk locations like jewelry stores wore custom watches with disguised panic buttons. It had been Christian’s idea. Criminals expected panic buttons under a desk or near the register; they didn’t expect it on a

“What do you mean, I have to wear this? I’ve worn nothing like this before. I don’t know if I can walk in these.” Tara held up a pair of high-heeled silver scrappy sandals. “It’s one thing to be a complete shoe or boot with a heel. But these are begging to break my ankle the first crack in the sidewalk I find. Or I’ll miss a stair and end up on my head at the bottom of the stairs.”