Wade's Basketball Shoes Mga Nobela at Kwento

He came out of the bathroom, drying his hair. “Should I put on the same clothes I did for the party?” He thought to himself, as he stood before the well-stuck wardrobe in the room. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath then he settled for a black suit with white shirt. He unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt to fit into the America style. For his shoes, he picked a pair of the latest Air Jordan model which were also provided for him in the dressing room. As his watch, he chose Dior, modeling his company.

I follow, silently insulting his soon to be Alpha status. Wade made suggestions from my limited wardrobe. At first, he frowned but soon a smile was back on his face. He suggested the dark ivory dress but when he looked at the shoes I had he shook his head. “I-I didn’t think I would be staying long, I didn’t pack appropriately.” I drop my head, looking at my feet scuffing the floor a little, I would never have so few clothes on me at any time normally.

I jolt into in-depth cringe mode as I check that the heel of my right boot is still good. It’s an old shoe, but I love it because it’s the most comfortable on my feet and perfect for missions such as this. I probably should have thought far and brought some sneakers, but I’d lost my head in the throes of the party. See where that got me. Now, I’m ruining my favourite pair of faux-leather boots. Way to go! “Won’t you ever talk to me again?” Wade asks again, and I glower at his persistence. Can he keep shut and let us get to the car in time without any problems before trying to cook up a conversation I’m not interested in holding?

Nobody walked in Tribute. She took the residential streets. Wade didn’t go straight home. He was too wound up. He needed to burn off some of the tension coiling in his gut. He walked to the high school and the track behind it. This time of night, the student athletes were finished with it for the day. The track enclosed the high school football field. It sat in a flat bowl, with small hills surrounding it. The houses on those hills had backyards that looked down on the field. The cheap seats for football games. Cheap if you didn’t count the mortgage.

Wade tried to use the opportunity to start another livestream, showing his swollen face on screen to earn everyone's sympathy by acting pitiful and attempting to make some pity money. "I'm just an ordinary man without a powerful family background. I thought I could earn an honest living by joining a boyband and give my family a better life, but everything is ruined now because Jordan Shane ordered his bodyguards to slap me 20 times out of jealousy for my looks. The doctors said that my skin has been seriously damaged and I can no longer look the same way I did." Netizens sympathized with his situation and became outraged at me. [Are our lives that cheap to rich people? How can they trample o

Master Wade said entering my room. He was already dapperly dressed. “You look handsome, sir.” I complimented though it was a rare time that Master Wade wasn’t dressed to the nines whether casual or otherwise. His suit was a deep stark blue, his lapels a deep burgundy color resembling that of Shadow Veil’s banner colors. His slightly silver-streaked hair and beard were sharply done. “Thank you,” he smiled. “I trust that everything is set for tonight.” “Yes sir, everything looks great,” I reassured him and as I did, I couldn’t help but immediately turn my thoughts to Bone’s concerns about his hard-earned business.

Lena cackled loudly. “Yup. I'm sure he would.” ………. Two hours later and we were strolling down the stairs. I'd cut Wade's team T-shirt to a crop top, then paired it with skin-tight jean shorts. On my waist rested a waist bead and on my feet, thigh high boots. Lena basically wore the same thing, except she wore a skirt instead of a short. And damn… I had to say we were looking fly with our hair down and make-up on point.

That Humans could create such beautiful products said a lot about them—and gave her hope for the future. And the shoes! Oh, the shoes. The flats came in so many colors, and Wendy had insisted she try on a pair for each outfit. Really, Angel hadn’t needed much convincing. She loved the flamingo-colored sandals the saleswoman had said were the latest style. They were comfortable and looked so very pretty on her new feet. And then, the high heels! All different heights, some thick-heeled, some as thin as an anemone ten-tacle. Made from cork and wood and even that loath-some plastic, decorated with sequins and braiding and bows… she was going to have to practice walking in them when she was alon

“You joke, but I once spotted a guy’s intent to stab a senator based on how he was holding his wine glass.” I looked at him, skeptical. He didn’t even blink. “The thumb placement gives them away every time.” “I don’t know if you’re serious or if you’re just trying to distract me.” “Doesn’t matter. Worked either way,” Wade said, then pulled the car into traffic with easy confidence. “Where to now, princess?” “Let me go shopping, will you?” “Of course. There's nothing between a girl and a new beige bag and couture dress. I’ll let Vincent know you're in a mood for a dozen heels, too, while at it.”

I nod. "Wait how'd you know that?" He asked. "When you have an older brother and you're the only one who he can play it with when you're young, you get to be influenced by the game." I say. He smiled. "Guy's gal. Alright. Let's play." Both of us headed to the ring and he starts grabbing the basketball. He stands right across me while dribbling the ball. "I won't go hard on you." He says. "Oh please. All those Lebron James, Dwayne Wade and Kobe Bryant moves are all in here." I pointed to my temple.