Star-lord Rocket Boots の小説・ストーリー

Even if she didn’t always understand mine. An Hour Later, Getting Ready for The Club, We both started getting dressed. Ivy was humming while zipping up a red vinyl skirt. I went for black lace and thigh-high boots. Simple, stunning, deadly. “So,” Ivy said, applying mascara, “you know what I’m buying with last night’s tip money?” “What?” “Lunaris Lineage heels. The new obsidian pair with the moon-charm ankle straps.” I grinned before I could stop myself. “You and those designs.”

But the second she broke into tears, I blamed myself for even asking. "Hey, hey," I tried to calm her down, but she kept crying. I knew I shouldn't have asked, and yet I had to. I was only worried about why someone so fragile would be out here alone in the dark. I hadn't meant to drag up whatever was behind her reason for being here. "I am so sorry, Olivia. I didn't mean to. I—" "Renzo?" Loki called, his eyebrow as he stared at me. "Did you just touch a lady in the woods, in the middle of the night?"

Cassius’ Point of View I pace back and forth in my room, undecided which clothes I should wear later. Should I wear my dragon boots? Or a simple one would do? I don’t want Wildfrost to think I was dressing up for her. She will surely never let me hear the end of this.

A visible fear was present in his eyes and he shook in his boots. He’s perfect. I moved faster than light. My claws elongated and I made slashes on his chest. The boy groaned in pain and several gasps filled the room and a roar was heard from Callum. “What the hell did you do?” And just as fast as I launched my first attack. I placed my palm on his chest and a blue hue surrounded the wounded area. Power flowed from my body to his. The ray of blue light faded and when I pulled my palm away from him the wound that once oozed with blood was non existent and the warriors of the Moon Crescent pack were now aware of the power I possess.

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"Get the boots off, Liam. Now." Jaxson had already stripped off his charcoal-grey executive vest, tossing it carelessly onto a nearby equipment crate. Now in just his tight black dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up past his massive, scarred forearms, he dropped heavily onto his knees directly on the rubber floor between Liam’s legs.

Rowan plopped onto his butt and stared at the penguin wrapping paper like it might bite him. Rhett handed it over. “Rip it, buddy.” Paper flew. Inside the box: tiny, perfect cowboy boots (real leather, hand-tooled) and a little black Stetson with a silver band. Rowan looked at the boots. Looked at Rhett. Looked at me. Then he let out the loudest, happiest screech known to mankind and tried to shove both feet into the left boot at the same time. The room exploded. Rhett scooped him up (one boot on, one boot dangling, hat already crooked) and spun him around while Rowan laughed so hard he got hiccups.

I ask with a cheeky grin, knowing that would cheer her up. “Of course I do!” She answers, her eyes lighting up in happiness. She gets off the bed as fast as she can, walking over to the bags and grabbing as many as she can carry. Setting them on the bed she sits back down and starts to take stuff out one by one. “I had to get this when I saw them!” She says excitedly, pulling little booties out of the bag. I smile when I notice they are black dragons that resemble Hunter. “When I saw them I knew they were meant for our Maddox. They look exactly like Hunter,” she says while looking at the tiny boots in her hands, “don’t you think?”

“Let's see if it's nonsense then.” “Okay, the interesting thing is that the boys' vest won't wear, but the spurs will.” Allan says. I see Ness look at the screen and I do the same, and Allan is right, Rayka is wearing spurs on her boots. “I think those are the silver spurs she got from her dad.” Liz says. “They are, Rayka must have brought them in her bag and decided to wear them.” Ness speaks. “Rayka is ready.”

They have a slim fit and reach down to his ankles. The boots were made of black leather and are laced up to his calves. They had a thick sole and provided good grip on different surfaces. Ryan's attire gave him a sleek and dangerous look, even though he wasn’t any dangerous I gave him a quick nod, signaling that I was ready, and he responded with a determined look in his eyes. "Are you ready for this, father?" Ryan asked me, and I can feel his excitement and determination rubbing off on me. I take a deep breath and stand up straight, looking out over the pack. "I should be asking you, if were good, let me know so we can begin our journey."