Someone Elses Shoes Novels & Stories

Gregory pressed, cloaking his coercion in moral righteousness, "why not push through? This is also your chance to prove yourself." I was trapped, cornered with no way out. "Fine." I clenched my jaw and forced the word past my lips. But when I went to change into my costume, I discovered my dance shoes were gone. "Ms. Lynelle, you can wear my spare pair." Elara appeared at just the right moment, holding out a pristine set of shoes identical to mine. "They've just been sanitized," she added sweetly. The instant I took them, our eyes met.

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

He hurriedly moved closer to the bed and sat. “So, Trisha viewed my story…” “Trisha? Your best friend from that year?” “Yes, her. Then I went ahead to check her profile. I scrolled through her pictures and saw this.” I showed him my phone and he still looked confused. “Your shoes?” “Not only that,” I said as I played the footage again. “Look at the shoes. They are the same.” He zoomed in and after he saw it, he raised his brows. “They are the same. But there are so many people who own the same shoes in this kingdom. I have one too.”

The rest of them rushed to the mirror opposite her to have a better look at the bag Elle was talking about. “Oh my gosh! Yes it is! oh my gosh! Oh fuck me! look at them shoes! It is the plaque detail sling-back sandals. I’ve looked for a pair of those sandals for ages but can’t find it anywhere…..damn it! who is she?”, Shop attendant number one stated again whilst glaring at Alice in envy. The woman in front of them seems to have a great sense of fashion and has an eye for good clothes and designer. “Who is that woman over there?, Sh

I might have ruined 3 poor kids’ lives and I barely missed a beat in my daily routine. ‘Have I really lost my humanity?’ I thought with utter horror as I realized I was stared at the green blades of grass in front of my shoes, distracted. Suddenly, I heard the bench creak from an additional weight and I immediately tensed up. I glanced at the shoes next to mine and cursed myself for not paying attention to what shoes Cole was wearing. The shoes beside mine were soccer shoes but I couldn’t tell whether or not it was Cole’s or not.

It was as if there’s a ray of light coming out from the box as soon as they opened it. “Sports shoes!!!!” “Perfect! It’s Intramurals soon!” Then she handed them another box each. “One more?” They gasped. When they opened it, they found that the shoes this time would suit the clothes she also bought. As for Estelle, it’s a pair of brown flat sandals that would suit any outfit, especially the blush pink dress that looks similar to Tara’s. “Thank you, Tita!” “Tita! Thanks!” They thanked her vigorously.

As I passed by the doorway, I heard her sending a voice message to a friend. "We’re leaving this afternoon. Singles' trip. Let's go!" I went into the kitchen and took half a watermelon out of the fridge. Fiona walked past me just like that, not sparing me a glance. Even if she had noticed, she probably wouldn’t have cared. Between us, I had always been the one indulging her. Iris put the laptop down, stepped over to me, took the watermelon from my hands, and skillfully cut it, plated it, then took out grapes to wash.

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.

I still remember what he said last night. "If your first pair of shoes reminds of your mother, that shoes reminds of me. Every time you wear those shoes, I'm with you. Wherever you go, I am always on your side. You're not alone and I will never leave you. I give you that pair of shoes because I want to say thank you. I'm lucky because you adapt me and god sent you for me. Not only that, but I want to make you happy even in a simple gift , Lady Beth."

But looking at Ella who knew nothing. "Your Shoe lense is loose" I tapped her as she nodded dazed before bending to tie her shoe while I bent my head to the desk again. The next moment a gunshot rang as everyone screamed.