Waiting On The Other Shoe To Drop Novels & Stories

There was a sudden glint in her eyes. "Oh my God, I'm so happy for you!” She exclaimed, embracing me in her arms then she paused. “You're happy right? This is happy news?” I heaved a deep breath and then nodded. "It is happy news." It’s one I’ve waited to hear for so long but in that moment, I couldn’t help but feel something was off. Maybe it was a natural instinct to just expect another shoe to drop after some good news or it was worse—impending doom.

No blurry photo of me walking out her front door attached with some smug caption about how I fucked up my “final warning.” What the hell is taking so long? I scroll up through the old messages, the recent one to be specific. They had been crystal clear about this being my final warning. One more slip, one more time they saw me with her, and they’d release the tapes. But they caught me. They saw me. And yet here I am, still waiting for the other shoe to drop.

The stars were out, the street was quiet, and I'd been staring at the blue house for ten minutes without realizing it. "I'm not thinking about her," I said. "I'm just... waiting." "For what?" "I don't know. For the other shoe to drop. For her to find another way in." I pulled my knees up to my chest. "She was so careful, Aiden. So patient. She spent months building her case against us, and we didn't even see it coming. What if she's doing it again? What if she's just waiting for us to let our guard down?"

All I have to do is wait TBC

The cheating boyfriend part I've been able to keep to myself, but he is now a daily visitor to my blog and has even upgraded a pair of his work shoes to one of my recommendations. Small town life. The box has no return address label, but I expect to receive my shoe packages any day now. My new sponsors plans to send items sporadically from now to get me caught up. Then every time they have a new release, I'll get the items a few weeks before they go live. Very little in the world gets me more excited than new shoes. Especially new running shoes, even though I wouldn't turn my nose up to a nice pair of strappy sandals or something with a small heel either.

Who did he think he was? "Mr. Quill, am I invisible to you?" Simon stepped forward and grabbed Wilson's collar. "How dare you try to steal my bride under my very nose? Do you think my family will shrink back from a war against yours?" His words sent a shockwave through the guests. "Mr. Quill? Is he that iceberg who's uninterested in women?" "He must be! Who else would dare steal Simon Fuller's bride?" "Hurry up and take photos of them! Two heirs from top families are fighting over one woman—this is explosive news!"

Enjoy the updates and wait for more. Love you all….

His gaze darted between them like he'd interrupted a situation no brother wanted to find his sister in. Exactly what Nakos didn't need right now. He shoved off the wall and pointed at Amy. "Don't go anywhere. We're not done." In response, she bent over, slipped the remaining heel off her foot, and straightened. Brows raised in challenge, she dangled the shoe in a clear catch-me-if-you-can, and unceremoniously dropped it to the ground. Hihcebe. There wasn't enough single malt in Wyoming to go toe-to-toe with her.

"Dae...wait one second." The younger turned and looked at Aroon. Aroon reached his hands to the back seat and took the shoes from there. He stretched it to Dae through the window. " I...this shoes..Dae..can you.. please..., wear it for the match ?", he asked not daring to look at the younger's face and expecting a full rejection. Dae bit his lower lip not knowing what to do. After 5 or 6 seconds, when Aroon completely lost his hope and was about to withdraw his hands, Dae hesitantly stretched his hands and took the shoes from the older’s hands.

she asked me with a quivering voice. “Do you know about what happened just now?” I was trembling too. As Yvonne stared at the scattered shoes, a complicated emotion appeared in her eyes. She seemed surprised… but also hopeful. “I’ve opened the path,” she said softly. Her voice still quivered. “Opened what path?” Yvonne looked at me, and her eyes held a trace of nervousness and unease. “Those tracks…” “What tracks? And what’s that shadow?” Yvonne did not give me a straight answer and just stood up slowly.