Someone Else's Shoes: A Novel Novels & Stories

He needed someone different, someone better, someone who matched his status and could help him achieve more in his professional life and build a strong status and Leah was not just that person. Still, he asked, “Why? Why do you want this?” At that moment, Leah could see a trace of hope, almost as if he still wanted her, but it quickly faded away. Maybe if he hadn’t said those words with another woman holding on to him so tightly, she would have wanted him back. But as painful as this was, it was clear that if she stayed, she was just going to become the other woman in her marriage.

To me, every step felt loaded, like I was dragging invisible chains that no one else could see. By the time I reached my street, I had started planning out what I’d do first. Drop my bag. Change into something comfortable. Maybe boil some noodles, because God knew I was starving. And then collapse into bed and pretend I could sleep. That was the plan—mundane, normal, safe. But plans are a fragile thing. As soon as I rounded the corner and my little house came into view, my eyes narrowed. There were shoes lined neatly outside the door. Men’s shoes. Heavy ones, leather polished. Not just Nate’s sneakers.

My body jerked forward slightly, balance shifting as something gave way beneath my foot. I froze, my eyes glanced at my feet. The strap of my heel dangled loosely, completely broken. “Great,” I muttered under my breath, a bitter laugh escaping me. Of course, tonight will just keep getting better. I bent slightly, slipping the shoe off my foot, then the other, gripping both in one hand. The cold ground pressed against my bare feet as I straightened, ignoring the discomfort as I limped forward. My mouth pouted tightly. A bad shoe in hand, a deep scar in heart, and the words of a man who seemed like all he wanted to do was cause more chaos for me, in my mind.

Hoping that he would hear her and granted her wish but she knew they work for Zachary and there is no way they would go against his order. “Yes, we are heading outside, Miss.” This time, he responded her quickly. Her eyes widened as she didn’t expect it. Is this Zachary’s order? But then something caught her eyes. The man that walked in front of her was wearing a completely different shoes from what Daniel and his friends used to wear. She could see obviously it was completely different brand. It was nothing like she remembered how Zachary’s men shoes would look like. Daniel’s words echoed in her mind. Watched every little things around you, he said.

Hurrying to my knees, I start picking up the pieces of glass that are shattered all over the floor. Using one hand to hold the pieces and the other to pick them up, I hurry before Nicholas notices ok not walking behind him anymore, “Hmm.” a pair of black dress shoes on sight, afraid to look up I continue picking up the pieces hoping he would just disappear, just close your eyes Reyda, and he would disappear, I blinked, the shoes were still there, blinked again keeping my eyes closed for a couple of seconds then opened, and the shoes were gone. A smile of satisfaction across my face as I picked up the last piece of glass off the floor,

She longed for her heavy jacket she'd placed in one of her missing suitcases. No stores in sight. So isolated. No barn or shed for shelter. No hotels, or motels, no open-all-night 7-Elevens, no gas stations, no shopping malls, no people, and no traffic to flag someone for help. How do people live out here? She twisted her foot on a small rock on the road, kicking it aside, and heard a crack. She put her now heelless shoe onto the pavement, glanced down, and perused the damage. Moaning at her costly mistake of ruining a pair of expensive shoes, she reached to the ground and picked up the heel. She was reminded of the movie Romancing The Stone. She took off her other shoe and slammed it agains

I was trapped, helpless, and alone. All I could see was a pair of slender legs, encased in expensive stiletto shoes, walking towards me with an elegant gait. The shoes were black and sleek, with a subtle gleam that seemed to mock me. The legs were toned and graceful, moving with a confident stride that seemed to own the space around me. Who was this? I tried to rack my brain. I felt like I should know.

It turned out that she remembered she was my girlfriend, but that did not stop her from cozying up to Yoel. I could not help but laugh bitterly, "Oh, do you remember you have a boyfriend? I was starting to think you were too caught up in the moment to care." Sheila's face soured. "Erick, what's that supposed to mean? You come back throwing around hints and scowling. Who are you trying to impress?" I was too tired to deal with that. My eyes landed on the matching cartoon slippers on Sheila's and Yoel's feet. My own slippers were nowhere to be found.

All I want is to live a peaceful life with my son. *** I drove off and straight to the Moon Royal Pack's headquarters and once the shipment was delivered, I had it well documented before heading back to the car to drive off. On my way to the car garage, I noticed that my heels were broken and it was hurting my feet so bad. I managed to limp into the car. "Sh!t! Of all the days, why today?" I grumbled. Then, I decided to drop by at a shoe store to get another pair of heels. I got into the store quickly and grabbed a new pair of heels and while I was on my wait out, I meet two creepy young men.

At other times, it shrank back. Terrified, I did not even dare to breathe out loud. I could only watch as the shadow moved to my room. Suddenly, all of the sounds faded away. The shadow disappeared, and I could not hear the scratching sounds either. But the strewn shoes and the strange marks on the floor served as a stark reminder that I was not dreaming. Suddenly, Yvonne’s door opened. When she walked out and saw the shoes on the floor, her face turned pale. “Did you see it?” she asked me with a quivering voice.