What Always Goes To Bed With Its Shoes On Novels & Stories

“You don’t say? What are you known for?” “Since my room is finally clean and all my mother and sisters’ things are gone from my room. It’s safe for me to lose these foolish pairs of shoes for something a little more comfortable.” Ana walked out of the high-heeled shoes her mother insisted she wear and pulled a pair of black Doc Marten’s with red roses and vines details on them. With a cheeky smile, she held them up. “Comfort and common sense. Pretty, no?” “Definitely unique. Though I was aware of your choice in footwear before. It’s well known within the ranks of the guard.” George smiled as he said that and watched her lace them up.

He climbed into my bed and started browsing my collection of movies. I went to my wardrobe to keep my newly gotten shoes, Adrian really knocked me off my feet. I never expected him to do something like that. I looked back at him on the bed and he had all his attention on the movie he had selected. Smiling to myself and placing the shoes in the wardrobe, I walked to the wall and turned off the light then climbed into bed beside him.

“We need to get to Luca and test the theory.” I nod, kicking off my blanket and grabbing my trusty flip-flops, the ones I keep by my bed for whenever I need to make a run for it. I’m not big on wearing flip-flops, but they have become a reliable convenience in emergencies. I shove them on as Celeste yanks on a pair of flat pumps, not even bothering to match them. Nate, still half in dreamland, shrugs like it’s just another Tuesday, and follows us barefoot, hair defying gravity and all logic.

"I'll go try and find it, she takes shoes, buries them." "Are you saying she stole my shoe?" "It means she likes you, that's something, right?" "Sure, something." She turned back inside and came out a few moments later, her cup of coffee in hand too. "Let's go, show us where you buried it, smart dog." "She's not going to show you, it's a game to her, she hides we seek." Addie grinned. "Well, those are my only pair and I sort of need them. Since this place doesn't have a shop for that. I saw one with shirts and shorts, even swimming clothes, but no shoes." She shook her head as they walked. "What if a person forgot their shoes?"

I even ordered ballet dancers to come to do some dances at the after-party. I even bought ballet shoes to go with it but when I tried it and tried to stand just like ballet dancers. I fell and almost twisted my ankle. How do these people even do such a thing? This is hard! So I discarded the shoes and went with heels. What can go wrong with heels right? Heels go with everything, you just have to find the right type of heel. I yawned and held onto Leornado as he brought me to the bed. "You had a fun day right?" He asked.

His mind drifts across borders without pause, like a river flowing toward a waterfall. Always one foot out the door, one eye on the next problem. I pick up my phone, my earring, bangles, and my choker, shoving them into my purse. I sigh heavily as I sight only one leg of my shoe. My chest tightens as I tiptoe around the room looking for the other leg of my shoe. I’ve subjected myself to something shameful in the name of pleasure. I almost give up when I think to look under the bed, and just at the edge of the bed, there it is.

The toll of recent events had left its mark, draining the vibrancy from my once-bright blue eyes and leaving behind prominent dark circles that spoke of sleepless nights and inner struggles. Taking a deep breath, I slipped on my trusty old shoes, their familiar shape reminding me of the paths they had tread alongside me through thick and thin. They had been Aurora's favorites and she'd made me wear them everytime we went for a run. She lovingly dubbed them "Sole Mates," and with a mischievous grin, she would often declare that they were destined for each other.

“Goodnight, Alex.” “Goodnight.” The thud of the door permeated the room as she shut it behind her, reminding me of my tiredness. I returned to the seat and took off my shoes and socks. A soft smile crept onto my lips as I wiggled my toes. I couldn’t believe I still had my shoes on. It should have been the first thing I took off. I continued to unbutton my shirt when I heard another knock. I grimaced and glared at the door. There really is no peace in this house.

He held them both and his mind became a sprinter in a race of thoughts for who had worn his shoes. He pondered on them, who wore my shoes? How come it has sand stuck underneath them? Does someone come into my house when am out? . He ran like one who was being chased, to go lock his door. It was locked with a key, so he bolted it on both sides He went to the back and did same but that could be a band aid to the situation, that is if the said person was not already in his house. That night, was the longest in his entire life. He kept tossing and turning. At about 4am, sleep came and stole him like a thief. Once it was 6am, his alarm screamed like a pregnant woman in labor and he jerked up in

“But you wear shoes to bed!?” I scoff and move immediately for them. “Well not usually,” he murmurs, laughing a little and turning his body to lay down on his back. “Tonight has put me in some…unusual circumstances.” He crosses his feet neatly at the ankles but I smack at the toe of his first boot. “Up.” “Stop. Come lay down, it’s late.” “Up!”