Someone Else's Shoes: A Novel Novels & Stories

I was about to run out of the room when he caught one of the shoes. I tried to snatch it but he snatched it with more force. Now we each had one shoe. I couldn't take it from him so I ran out with just one shoe. I was almost running towards all of them. I had only one shoe in my hand. Everyone was surprised to see only one shoe. " Where is the other one? I need the whole pair Manu.. " Sagar ji smiled at me. " He snached it from me ... " " Who ?? "

Ross was a persistent man. When I saw him again in Fellaton, I was surprised, but deep down, I knew he would come looking for me again. Douglas and I planned to head back to Crannellie. After finishing our global travels, we had decided to settle there. But nobody expected that the night before we were supposed to return, we would encounter a thief at the hotel. Our phones and passports were stolen, and we were forced to stay in Fellaton for a few more days.

Thinking about the day that I almost slept with him made my annoyance grow some more and I began to regret leaving my work at TIANOR and following Selena to this damned place. As I took a few steps back, deciding to silently watch Selena from that distance, the woman began to take off her shoes. It was an odd sight. But it became questionable when she placed one of her heels on Basiton's crotch. Then, after a glance in my direction, she tossed me the other pair. The footwear danced a bit before it found balance in my hold and, it got confused stares from me. "Is this your game?" Basiton questioned as he glared at the shoe resting in his groin area. "What kind of-"

“Something grabbed me.” “My shoes are missing!” “Your shoes are with me,” the woman with the period announced, returning them sheepishly. “I thought I heard something, and your shoes were the nearest. Sorry.” “These are designer shoes, you know.” There was a huff, then, “So, who grabbed you, Mindy?” “I don’t know, Angela. Maybe it was a brush.” Mindy sighed. “Maybe it was Charlotte hitting me when she ran off. What did you see, anyway?”

Author's Note: Hello. If there is someone who is reading this book, as you can see I made a mistake for publishing the other chapters. I'm so sorry. My phone lags that's why it happens. Forgive me. I hope you guys still enjoy reading my book. I will try to finish the book this month. ~*~ KEVIN'S (HIRO'S) POINT OF VIEW

Hand-stitched. Zuri had left them outside my door with a note: Barefoot is noble. Shoes are smarter. Stop making a point and protect your feet. In smaller letters: I stole the leather from Conall's saddle. Don't tell him. They fit. Not perfectly. Slightly too wide, the way borrowed things always were. But when I walked to the kitchen the stone floor didn't bite. First time in my life wearing shoes inside the pack house.

Overwhelming. I decided to throw the shoes away. I walked to the dumpster behind the building at 2 AM, dropped them in, and went back to bed. The next morning, they were on my doorstep. Clean. Shining. Waiting. I called a friend. "Sarah, something strange is happening." She laughed. "You're imagining things. Maybe they're a gift from a secret admirer." "This isn't funny. They keep coming back." "Then wear them. Maybe they're lucky."

Everyone in the canal town knows that during the Flowerboat Festival, a man who chooses his beloved's boat can marry her right there on board. In the first year, I built a flower boat, but my boyfriend, Julian Lowe, chose the black-canopied boat next to mine without hesitation. The year after, I carved my favorite gardenias into the hull, only to wait in vain for him until the docks had completely cleared. In the third year, I built a small covered riverboat, close enough that he could easily recognize me through the window. Six years passed, yet every single year, Julian chose my stepsister Mia Clark's black-canopied boat. Each year, he gazed at me tenderly and promised that he'd make

Lucian Blackwood's POV The pair of tiny shoes felt almost weightless in my hand. The leather was soft, pale white with delicate stitching on the front. They were even smaller than my own palm. I turned the object slowly between my fingers. Baby shoes. Something this small shouldn't be able to make someone unable to stop thinking. But for several minutes—or maybe longer than that—I just stood near my office window staring at them. The city of London stretched out beyond the large window in front of me.

Thankfully the store used orange light which prevents any other color of red to show on my face. “By accident which I didn't mean to do, I threw her shoes from the cliff. It rolled down from the cliff as it was pretty high and I'm sure by now some wolves are biting on it.” Lucius spoke as if he had seen what happened to my shoes, as if he came back to the scene as soon as he had thrown the shoes from the cliff which didn't make sense. I thought to myself. “I see,” commented the woman named Martha. It seemed she knew not to ask or comment of the Lord's odd nature. I saw the woman's eyes then moved and stayed on me.