Novel & Cerita Someone Else's Shoes: A Novel

The patent leather shoes on his feet looked expensive, and Shaun bet they cost about as much as her monthly salary. She looked around for her running shoes but didn't see them. "Where are my shoes?" Put those on. Jozef pointed at the high heels. Shaun grimaced. It didn't look like she would have a choice. Someone had taken her shoes and she wasn't willing to argue with Jozef, which meant she wasn't going to have access to them. If she didn't find a good pair of running shoes, escaping the mansion was going to be tough business. She could easily picture herself foiling her own escape plan as she tripped and broke a limb on her way out.

Because now, standing here barefoot in a hallway with my heart cracking open, all I can think is that I should have never let my guard down. The hallway blurs around me as I rush forward blindly, and in my panic, my heel slips on the polished floor. One shoe flies off, and I stumble in my long dress. I catch myself with one hand against the wall and grit my teeth, refusing to cry in the middle of this stupid hallway. “Ah—!” I crouch down to reach for the lost shoe, but before my fingers touch it, someone else’s hand gets there first. I glance up and am surprised to see that it’s Evren. He stands in front of me silently, holding the shoe out like some sort of dark prince in a perfectly tailor

Omg. I really love that book even though it's old. I just bought it at the bookstore and I really liked the story even without a happy ending. I'm a fool, why did I throw it? Where did it go? No one was even around? I am sitting on the lawn in front of our church. I looked around and there was no one. Am I being haunted? Gosh. I looked around and froze when a pair of shoes stopped in front of me. I raised my head, my gaze turned to his pendant, the same pendant in the story - Syne's watch pendant.

I went into the room so as not to look suspicious. From under the bathroom stall, I can see four shoes coming in. The pair of high heels are Ella Cordeline's, and a pair of Taylor loafers. I remember Ella's high heels because she used to wear it to parties with me. Meanwhile, Taylor's shoes were my gift for his birthday last year. A kiss sounded from where I stood. "Honey, slow down..." a woman's voice whispered. I know this colour very well. Ella Cordeline. My guess was correct; the shoes belonged to Ella. Was she really with Taylor?

“We walk to the diner up the road. They have a phone and a tow service.” We got out. The sun beat down on the empty road. Nikolai started walking without waiting for me. My designer heels sank into the soft dirt at the edge of the pavement with every step. I had to pull them free each time. Nikolai looked back and smirked. “Those shoes look great in the city. Not so much out here.” I kept walking. “They’re fine.” He slowed until I caught up. “They’re sinking. You’re going to break an ankle just to prove a point.”

--- Across the Street — Miss Little Stalker Jessy was still in her car, still watching the villa like a hawk. But then her phone buzzed again. And again. Finally, with an irritated sigh, she snatched it up. “What?” she snapped. “Babe! You won’t believe the shoes I found today—” Jessy’s attention snapped instantly. “What shoes? Send me a picture!” Her friend launched into a long, dramatic story about a shopping trip, a rude salesgirl, and a limited‑edition bag that “absolutely nobody else could get.”

I couldn’t help letting out a soft laugh. She came back to herself and spoke in a normal tone, "I’m not sleeping. Do you have a key?" I was puzzled. She explained, "I have a habit of running. If I go for a run now, I might be back in the morning before you wake up." That made sense. "It’s in the drawer of the shoe cabinet by the door. Don’t wander around and be careful not to get lost." She nodded, stood up awkwardly, moving her arms and legs stiffly, and walked toward the door. Before leaving, she said "Goodnight" to me, sounding a little awkward.

Her laptop was down, making the possibility of working on her novel nonexistent, and having an off day from the diner. They had been late on the N*****x bill, so flipping through it didn't seem like a bad idea at the time. She was flipping aimlessly through it and was stopped by a pair of heels a model was wearing. She had never been much of a fan of shoes before but they were a pair she would have loved to wear one day. Or in her case, try on, but never in a million years did she think she would actually get the chance to.

The door creaked loudly, and I froze. Outside, the men were sitting around, drinking. Little wonder they hadn’t noticed us earlier. “Careful. Don’t make a sound,” I whispered to Camellia. “Yes. Let’s take off our shoes,” she advised. Still trembling, I carefully removed my shoes and held them in my hands. But my shaking fingers lost their grip. The shoes slipped from my hands. Thud. The sound echoed loudly. My heart stopped as I slowly turned my head toward the men. And hell…

Not knowing that the glass shoes has a curse. I moved the book page again. Whoever wear the glass shoes will have an ability to dance perfectly but will make her dance all day long until the one who wears it take the glass shoes off. I was about to move the page of the book I was reading when the car stopped running. "Hailey was here, are you alright?" Dr Charles Perelman suddenly asked me who is currently in the driver seat of the car where we are now. He stopped the car in front of an elegant Spanish Mediterranean mansion then look at me worriedly through the rare mirror. I deeply breathe some air to refresh my mood. I'm kinda nervous about what was happening right now.