Teen Boy Feet Novels & Stories

"Three to one, huh? You guys are pretty tough in numbers. Timmy must be some kind of badass since it took three of you to take him. What did he do?" "None of your business, old man." The teen who spoke had tattoos up and down his neck and arms. He was a scrawny kid, with more bones than meat on him, and was probably barely eighteen if that. His dark hair was cropped short in a buzz cut, and his dark eyes were narrowed at Timmy, not looking away.

I looked at the others like, 'what the fuck! "Who the fuck do they have out there, Barney Fife?" There came the sound of running feet and tussling, followed by an expletive and a few thumps. Zak came striding back with a gift, which he thoughtfully dropped at my feet. What the fuck is this?" It was a damn kid. "Who the fuck? What are you doing out here, kid?" The boy couldn't be more than seventeen, shaking like a leaf with terror in his eyes. I would feel sorry for his little ass if he hadn't just taken shots at me.

I tried to get away. The group of students who had witnessed the fight were already leaving. I think most of them had recorded, I just hoped those videos would not circulate on the networks because then I would die of embarrassment. -Calm down," the boy let go of me, standing next to me and raising his hands in peace, "I just wanted to make sure you didn't attack your sister again," he explained. The boy was tall, white complexion, had yellow hair with black parts. He wore a piecing on the corner of his lower lip and also wore leather bracelets on his wrists. It gave me a weird vibe but I didn't dislike it.

The 10 years old boy shakes in fear as the foul and metallic scent reaches his nose. Bright light shining above him lit up the whole place along with the plastic over the walls and on the floor. With the few red footprints leading out of the door from the figure that was sitting opposite the side of Koishi. The boy sat unconscious into his early 20s with his hands tied behind his back slowly breathing in and out. A sudden wave of shiver passes through him feeling the tears slipping down his eyes one after the other. Hearing the footsteps heading towards him the crunching of the plastic under his feet sent a sudden wave of shiver through him.

He flinched as Almothean stood right in front of him, staring at him with intrigue. Blaine immediately took a step back, but he stumbled on his feet and was about to fall to the ground when Almothen caught him and wrapped his arms around his waist, saying, "Be careful." He was about to leave in his arms when a scenario suddenly pops on his mind. “Careful!” a handsome boy about 10 years old said to the boy he’s holding “Thank you thean! HAHA if not for you, my face will surely hit the ground!” The boy with black eyes said while smiling

the boy asked them. "I'm Kaia and this is my sister Saige" Kaia told him. "Very nice to meet you" he replied. Kaia, with her sister gripping her dress behind her, circled the boy curiously. He seemed normal enough. He looked well fed and his clothes have been freshly cleaned and fit him well. Kaia eyed his feet and were curious to know why he was barefoot. "Does your mommy not buy you shoes?" she asked the boy. He nodded and wiggled his toes. "Yes. I have many shoes but I like to run without them" he explained.

I totally forget in pain that I am in a boy's getup I hear heavy footfalls behind me. He holds my upper arm and yanks me to turn. I grind my teeth. His touch irks me. I smack my fist him in the face twice. He yelps in pain. I feel sudden pain in my leg when he kicks me. I fall on the ground, writhing in new pain. " You fucking thief! I'll kill you. " The same teenage boy bellows, coming at me. From his walk, I am sure he's still bearing the pain of my kick.

An old television stood in front of the old couch which was off. In the corner of the small apartment was a slightly malnourished boy of about ten years on his knees on the cold hard floor while facing the corner wall. His body was shaking from time to time, not knowing if it was because of the cold room and floor, or that he had been on his knees for hours. He had various scars of varying sized across his back and hands. He only had on a pair of shorts and socks with nothing to cover his skinny top.

Was this? Was I? No, impossible. Just impossible. I wasn’t eighteen yet, I wasn’t even close to eighteen. I was still a lad. Noo! I screamed at every moment of breakage. My fingers began to grow insanely long. But the pain was excruciatingly painful. Father told me that these would happen. I’ve seen many teens shift. All of them were eighteen or more. Some were seventeen. But this, this was flabbergasting.

Why the heck would a human smell like the pack? The constant four letter word in my head brought me out of my thoughts as I looked down at the boy who didn't look older than 18. He was beautiful with with chocolate colored hair and blue eyes. He was around 5'7 if not a bit shorter. He was wearing a black hoody and gray sweatpants with Nike high tops. Mate! Mate!