Rubi Rose Feet Novels & Stories

Elena loved to have her feet rubbed, especially with cream to make them soft and silky. Marie smiled so big her face was nothing but eyes and teeth. She folded her legs and sat on the floor. She pulled one of Elena's feet up into her lap. She put a nice sized dollop of cream on her hands and warmed it up before starting to rub it into her foot. She smoothed it into Elena's skin and gently massaged the cream into her heel and between her toes. When she started to rub it into her arches, elena moaned and almost fell out of the chair.

21 Rose’s POV I kicked the red Louboutins off the second we crossed the threshold of the study. They hit the hardwood with a satisfying thud, the scarlet soles facing the ceiling like a pair of open wounds. My feet were throbbing, a dull, rhythmic ache that reminded me of every second I had spent standing in Katherine’s living room, playing the part of the fearless judge. But the pain didn't matter. For the first time since I woke up back in this twisted life, I felt like I was winning.

He stood up and asked, "Does it feel better?" Rose tapped her feet lightly. "Yeah! It doesn't hurt anymore!" she replied while shaking her head. Rose lowered her head and raised her leg. She looked at the shoes again and again. She even gently patted the fur attached to get it fluffy again. Looking at her series of actions, Kevin rolled his eyes. "I don't get how you're still willing to wear such uncomfortable shoes. I don't even know why you insisted on keeping them!" The shoes were just punishment to Rose's feet.

They moved through the crowd together, looking like a polished pair among the elites, but all Rosa could think about was how much she disliked these events—and how frustratingly attractive Nate was, even when he drove her crazy. Or maybe Kat was right? Maybe he liked her or was it that she liked him? Rosa could barely feel her legs anymore. The heels she’d been wearing all day were torture, each step sending a sharp pain through her sore feet. Her toes felt cramped, and the back of her feet throbbed with every movement. Even her calves were burning, making it almost unbearable to keep going. She forced a smile as Nate greeted another couple, the usual pleasantries exchanged. Rosa tried to st

“They’re Louboutins to you. But I call them ‘fuck me’ shoes. That’s why women wear them.” I shiver as he slipped them off, one by one, and heard them tumble to the floor. He clasped my feet in his large, warm hands. His thumbs dug into my silk-sheathed arches, sending a jolt straight to my sex. “You have beautiful feet. Surprisingly small and dainty despite your stature,” he purred as he rubbed his thumbs up and down my inner soles. “Thank you,” I murmured, too caught up with the erotic foot massage to say more.

I drape myself in a bathrobe and walk out of it. I glance at the red roses over the nightstand. Bare Feet I walk over the marble floor. It's looking cool against my soles. I extend my hand and touch the soft petals. My phone vibrates against the wooden. I gaze at it. Get ready, baby. We're getting late for the function. Mini's text message pops up instantly. I hear the sound of soft giggling. I glance at the hall. Mini is leaning against the wall, " Beautiful roses, " She smirks.

Every hair on Rose's body rose and her breathing changed. “Thank you.” Her voice came out weak, very different from how it was a few minutes earlier. How could a man melt her heart so easily with just a touch? “Come, take a seat,” Ethan said. Rose nodded and took a seat on the bed. Ethan knelt and removed her six-inch heels. Her feet felt like they had been rescued but a frown formed on her face, “How did you know my feet were in pain?” “I always pay attention to you,” Ethan said as he placed the comfortable flat shoes on her feet.

the king called out, gesturing with his hands, “come inside. And do let us know if the marble flooring is too hard for bare feet!” I glanced at the Bloodroses. Every single one of them wore shoes. So who was he talking about? This was really going to be something…

It wasn’t earth. It was bone. Ancient bone. The ribs of something divine. Clara shuddered violently. “Guys… this isn’t a chamber.” Ares exhaled hollowly. “We’re inside her.” I didn’t want that to be true, but the air tasted like moonlight and old power. Like the beginning of everything. The ground beneath us lit up in a slow ripple silver first, then black, then a soft violet hue that made Clara’s storm surge in response.

"How much further do we have to go? Are you trying to wear me out on our first day of marriage?" Gabriel laughed along and pointed to a villa about 30 feet ahead. Freya looked up and saw a burst of vibrant red. With the sky growing darker and the light too dim to make out what they were, she asked, "What's that?" Gabriel stayed silent and pulled her along as he ran. When they reached the gate and pushed it open, Freya was met by a garden bursting with royal poinciana blossoms, their flowers swarming every branch. Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she gazed up, lost in the beautiful sea of blossoms. A breeze picked up, sending the red petals fluttering to the ground. It felt surreal, like