Waiting On The Other Shoe To Drop Novels & Stories

There. Of course. I crouched and reached for it, stretching until my fingertips caught the heel. When I pulled it toward me, it knocked against the bedframe. A tiny clink. I went completely still. Hudson groaned softly. My eyes widened. No. No, no, no. He moved beneath the sheets. I shoved the shoe behind my back like that was somehow going to make it invisible. Hudson's hand dragged across the mattress. "Madison?" My stomach dropped.

At school, I had a nickname. They called me "Mister Wait-Your-Turn." I waited for the sneakers my brother had grown tired of, the backpack my sister thought was ugly, and the phones my parents had already cracked the screens of. Even when it came to taking a shower, I had to wait until everyone else was done. A week ago, Mom had promised me, "On the day of your college entrance exam, you won't have to wait your turn for the shower." So when I finally stumbled into the bathroom, drenched in sweat and smelling awful, I thought my turn had finally come. I was halfway through working up a lather when someone started pounding on the door. "Come out. Let your brother go in." My eyes stung,

While I pray for a miracle that brings summer back, I continue to delay the inevitable while hoping my husband-to-be is unaware that I am already in his city. "Finally!" I bellow as Wade joins me by the entrance leading into the shop. "Took you long enough." "Had to fix the shoes. But really, what the fuck? How do people survive here? It's only August, and they have a motherfucking snowstorm. How does this make any sense?"

Tears streak down my cheek ruining my makeup. I quickly wipe away my tears and threw down my shoes onto the floor, placing my feet inside of them slowly. As I continued to stare at the red shoe dad had given me as a surprise. I suddenly recollected the day I was passing by the shoe store and saw the shoes been displaying through a large clear window. Laying my eyes on them for the first I wanted it, but I had used up all the money dad had given me to treat myself for the day. I could not buy them. I smiled as tears continue to flow from my eyes as I too remembered coming home as fast as I could to ask dad for the money in returning to purchase the shoes right away. Returning to purchase the

The final secret—the one that would truly shatter them—was still waiting. And the rain kept falling. Like it was counting down. Like it knew the end was close. Like it was waiting for the moment one of them would speak the words that would burn the house down.

His presence behind me felt like a second gravity—heavy, familiar, anchoring. “You’re waiting for the other shoe to drop,” he said. “I’m waiting for the world to notice we just tilted it.” He rested his hands on my hips, his thumbs tracing slow circles through my shirt. My breath hitched. He lowered his mouth to my ear. “Let it notice.” “It already is.” I turned slightly. “Leone wasn’t the end.” “No.” His voice deepened. “He was the opening act.” I exhaled shakily. Zach’s hands slid up my sides, palms warm, grounding.

The thing that never had answers. I had lost my job. I had lost the only place that made me feel competent. I closed my eyes and waited for Shane to come home. The other shoe was about to drop. I just didn’t know how hard.

Waiting for the next take. Forever.

It's go time. The ground outside is pure rock and gravel, it would be horrifically painful to walk on barefoot. Looking down, I realized that I never took off my shoes from yesterday when I was waiting for the mailman. I was pacing while waiting for him so I knew if I dragged my feet at all it would be noisy and noticeable. I stood up from the rock and began gingerly walking to the small stable we had.

But I knew I couldn’t do that, I still had my name to clear and find out the truth behind what Freya and Vivian were plotting. A few hours passed after Moira’s threat and I had only gotten a quarter of the shoes finished. I didn’t even want to look at the jewellery that was mocking me with its shiny golds and dazzling diamonds. I was so focused on making sure a certain golden high heel was polished so I could see my face in it that I hardly noticed the brunette boy coming up behind me until I saw his reflection too. Startled, I dropped the shoe and turned around, my face only inches away from Alexander’s.