Teen Boy Feet Novels & Stories

Ashley said as he remained on a spot. They suddenly heard footsteps and Ashley turned to see a teenage boy, he looks like Hayden but not as cute as Hayden. Hayden fell to his knees immediately and cried. “Am sorry, I really am. I didn't mean to wake you up.” He apologized in tears and the boy scoffed. “Please don't hit him.” Ashley muttered and hoped he won't hit him, he looks miserable already this way, anything hurtful done to him again can really put him in a bad state.

Every conversation seemed to be a mirror of the one outside. I walked toward the back exit, the air in the room feeling too thin to breathe. On my way out, I passed a group of teenagers sitting on the equipment crates. They were the ones who usually ran messages for Theo, the ones who looked up to him like he was a god. They stopped talking when I got close. One of them, a boy no older than fourteen, spat on the floor near my boot.

A ball of air formed on his fingers and he shot it with speed at his companion, causing the male to yelp and fly to avoid being shot at. He darted in the air above us and froze when his eyes landed on us and the crowd that had formed around us. He descended gracefully and smiled before bowing in front of us. The boy was at most two inches taller than me and his pine green eyes were vibrant. He had a lean figure and his hair was a wet mess around his head. His white tunic had mud at the middle of it. Some of the mud smudged his cheeks and forehead. He looked every bit the boy he was but it was hard to tell his age by just looking. Though if he were human, he would most definitely be fifteen,

My feet landed at an odd angle making me hiss through the coursing pain. I limped towards a large tree. I needed to wrap this up. I took the first aid kit and wrapped the stretchy cloth around my foot. I zipped the bag closed and stood up to bend my foot. I had to force it back into its place. "Oh look guys," a blonde boy said with fake enthusiasm. "Can't you believe it? We have a wandering, pathetic werewolf." He taunts. I glared at him, "Who are you calling pathetic? Is it me or you cause' obviously it sounds like you." I said with a menacing tone.

He said and by the time he paused, I felt a very terrified cringe on my face that just happened to be there. “But it's not all bad. They grow up fast and before you know it, they are all grown already running around the house barefooted with their little squeals, the best thing ever. However… say goodbye to sex.” “What?” “No shit?” The boys exclaimed just in time, not failing to mask our shock.

He asked moving closer to me. I let go and backed away. The boy got up and went to the side of the girl, my gaze stayed on the boy. He had a strong build, one that you could tell he workout every day of the week, he was at least six feet tall, He was dressed up in a black sleeveless shirt, and grey joggers. I couldn't pick whether to look at his midnight dark hair or hazel eyes. He was kind of... Beautiful? He looked over his shoulder and gave them a look. They started to leave, and then the boy stopped.

Thea didn't move. "Wow, her clothes are getting dirty, Ben!" The slightly fat boy pointed at himself without forgetting to show off his yellow teeth. "Then do I have to wash it?" asked the knee-length jeans's boy. "You want to?" this time it was the turn of the tall boy behind him to ask. The knee-length jeans boy shook his head vigorously, "Of course not! Ha ha ha!" The little crowd almost choked on their laughter the moment someone appeared there. "What are you doing?!" he exclaimed, angry.

God knows losing your eyesight as a teenager sucked. After twenty painfully silent minutes, we walked up to the front gates of the local high school. Waiting against the gate with his arms crossed was the most ridiculous teenage boy I had ever seen. He was insanely bulky, as if full-on steroid usage was the culprit. “That’s Sean,” Vinny mumbled. I looked confused. “The guy Dad was talking about. The one who is going to babysit me.” “Holy shit. That kid does not look fifteen.” “I think he’s sixteen.”

"Don't cry anymore, okay. Xiao's family never cried." "Alright ... I won't cry. I promise I won't cry from now on." He grimaced, and really He was an annoying boy. And look, he wiped his runny nose and tears with his hands full of wounds. While the condition of the boy's feet is the same as looks pathetic like His hand. The robe could not protect him from thorns and the sharp roots of wild plants or the heat of the natural soil of hell. "If it's like that, please treat my wound."

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.