Someone Else's Shoes Novels & Stories

We all were surprised to see only one shoe. " Where is another one? I need the whole pair Manu. " I smiled at her. " He snatched it from me ... " " Who ?? " " Your brother.. " " Sahil ?? " " Hmmm," She said... I saw him coming with another shoe. She was glaring at him. " Why ??? Did you do that Sahil? " I asked him. " It was our thing and they stole it... So I wanted them back. What is ours, is ours. "

They all wore smiles on their faces, but he could tell that not everyone was happy with him. Currently, he was the one person who was doing so well in his company and many others were envious and sad about that fact. “You did great”, One commended with a smile the minute he took a seat beside her. He nodded his head calmly and just then she wore a frown. “My shoe is spoilt”, she informed as she turned her gaze to the shoe that laid on the ground. Alexander turned his eyes to the shoe and for a moment, found it difficult to believe his eyes. He had just gotten the shoes for her the day before they came for the conference. How was it possible that it got spoilt already?

“I’m sorry, miss, but if you can’t be quiet, maybe you should leave. We won't be selling any shoes to you anymore.” I stood there, dumbfounded. I had picked up the shoes first, and now they were about to be handed to this woman while the receptionist was being thrown under the bus. This is beyond ridiculous, if you ask me. I sulked, clutching the shoes tightly. “They’ll have to kill me to take them from me!” I muttered silently, my eyes blazing as I watched Sophia and the pink lady smile and converse with each other. Well, it seems they get along well; as they say, birds of a feather flock together.

She was certainly not able to bring herself to spend around sixteen thousand dollars on a pair of shoes. “Harvey, let’s go then. We can go and look around at some other places…” Mandy said awkwardly. Seeing Mandy’s attitude, Harvey nodded slightly. After all, there were a lot of good brands in that shopping center. Since the employees at that shop were not behaving properly, they could go to another shop. As long as they had money, they did not have to worry that they could not buy a pair of shoes. But before the three of them left that shop, they heard a female voice from behind them. The woman said, “Hey! Take that pair of shoes down for me. I want to try them on!”

Autumn gave her a fake smile as she puts the stilettos back into her feet. "I'm talking about your dark eye bags, Rosie. And you're welcome." Even if she already turned her back from Rosie, she knows that the girl was fuming. She won this round. She walked out from the hall like a winner. She was finally at the parking lot. She was almost limping because her shoes were killing her. As soon as she was inside her car,she removed her shoes again and threw it at the back. She heaved a sigh of relief as she steps into her comfy sandals.

Just nods, tight smiles, subtle bows. Then the uncle appeared; the very same man I’d met at the clubhouse. I smiled politely, but something tugged at my attention. His shoes. Shiny. A couple centimeters of heel. Odd design. The exact same style; same shape, same leather; as the shoes he’d worn when we met at the club. Except in a different color. These weren’t shoes you could identify by brand. They weren’t trending. Probably custom. Something about that familiarity crawled under my skin, and I mentally noted to look up shoes like that online later. Just curiosity. Or… a feeling. I couldn’t tell which. But I know I felt disturbingly bothered with his presence and his shoes. Especially his sh

That is the important part. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I hate the Uggs. They make me look like I have tiny bear cub feet. I kick them off and put them back in the box. I will give them to Milo's niece, Elle. Bronx has good intentions, but is there anything I can do to stop him from being destructive? Is it just in his nature? I'm his mate. I need to learn how to save him from himself. I opt for a pair of leather Adidas that have a wedge heel hidden inside. They are super cute and fit perfectly. Plus they make me look two inches taller, which automatically puts them at the top of my favorite shoe list.

"That cashier must've hit her! What kind of monster hurts a pregnant woman? "If something goes wrong, there's a real risk of two lives lost here." Their voices blurred. I couldn't focus. Then, I noticed her shoes. Silver heels. Rhinestones. Limited edition. The same pair I'd seen in my boyfriend's online shopping cart two weeks ago.

The other one added as she clicked her tongue in disdain. “Hmmph!! She is probably looking for a rich man to leech off of.” The blonde one sneered her eyes raking over me with pure disgust. “I mean, have you seen her shoes? They’re practically falling apart. No wonder she’s trying to jump on anyone with a big bank account.” Someone from the lobby chimed in and I just lowered my head staring at my shoes, they were a little worn out but falling apart was an exaggeration. “And Selena was even apologizing on her behalf,” the third one in the group added, shaking her head but I didn't stop. I didn't even look at them again.

"Now can you please tell me why the fuck you still have a problem with shoes?" I can't help but smirk, "I'm waiting for my glass slippers," I muse, lifting my feet to poke his leg just when a low growl echoes of the walls and both our heads snap to Jaxson and Sophia, only now realising we had an audience. Sophia seemed amused, Jaxson not so much.