Where God Left His Shoes Movie Novels & Stories

I sidestepped quickly and, with one smooth motion, kicked her square in the backside, sending her flying to the ground. "Madam, your talent lies in chasing men. Don't overestimate yourself, and please, don't embarrass yourself further."

You deserve happiness. My feet felt like they were rooted to the floor, too heavy to move. But Lucas pressed my head down gently. "Don't look back. Come home with me." I nodded, and left that city behind. I didn't hide the divorce from our family. Thankfully, Lucas stood by me. Our parents didn't ask too many questions. Two months later, I finally began to pull myself out of the shadows. I was on the balcony, looking at the moon, when Lucas came out and stood next to me. I could tell he wanted to say something.

"I was working! Besides, room service was perfectly fine." "Room service," Hazel scoffed. "Next time, I'm coming with you. Show you how to Vegas properly." "Like that time you lost your shoes and ended up wearing flip-flops from the gift shop?" Mom teased. "Hey! Those were three hundred-dollar heels. I still think someone stole them while I was in the pool." "Sure, blame the mysterious shoe thief." Mom patted my hand. "At least my Madison keeps her footwear intact." I forced a laugh, remembering exactly where I'd left my favorite pumps in Alexander's suite. "Yeah, all shoes accounted for."

I saw James kneeling in front of the Goddess. I feel someone wrap an arm around my waist. I look up and it's Grey Grey. We look down and James was still helping the goddess to wear her matching purple slippers. "Gideon, you know I hate slippers!" She pouts. "Love I don't want you get sick." He repeated patiently. Who's Gideon? James stood up after securing the slippers on the beautiful woman's foot. "Precious you know my daddy and I would like to introduce you to my mommy."

He mouthed thank you. I shook my head slightly. Not dismissing it. Telling him to stop before the kids noticed. He dropped his gaze to his plate. I turned back to the stove and reached for the burner knob. Getting both children into coats and shoes and backpacks took longer than any surgical procedure I’d ever performed. “I can’t find my shoe,” Chloe announced, standing in the hallway with one foot bare. “Which shoe?” “The left one. The one with the scuff on the toe.” “Where did you take it off last night?”

He entered the truck and drove away at a high speed. Hilda and Keondra watched as the truck disappeared into the distance. “I found this.” Keondra held up a pair of shoes. “You don't have to walk barefooted.” “Thanks, that's really nice of you.” Hilda sadly put them on. “Don't be sad. We'll find our way into the city.” Keondra placed a hand over her shoulder. “You're right.” They walked until they found their way back to the road. Soon, it was getting late and they could see a few houses in a distance.

I don’t see him behind me anymore, smiling to myself, I think I’m sly. Then the spike of these goddess-forsaken shoes betrayed me. I stumbled to the ground, skidding my skin across the hard forest floor. I hiss out in pain but make quick work to get these damn boots off. Throwing them aside and hopping back up, I’m whipped back to the ground in a single second.

She must have left with the guy. FUCK! My heart is racing, and I feel sick. Is she with him right now? Where are they going? "Keep looking for her," I bark into the phone. "I will," he says. "There's just one other thing..." "What?" "I found a shoe." I'm about to explode and Lucio isn't making any sense. "What the fuck are you talking about?" I say. "There was a sneaker in the parking lot, over by the car. It's a woman's shoe, a Converse slip-on, size eight, cream-colored. The left foot."

All he felt was frustration and defeat. ‘How could they think that just because a god says it will happen means it’s the only thing that will happen?’ he thinks to himself. More and more questions form in his head when he sees a sliver of light luring him a little further from the beach. The light moves in an S-like wave following the wind’s path. He stares at the light, cautious as he’s high with his emotions. A translucent shape of a woman beckons at him to follow. He squints trying to see if the woman he saw was real, despite that he still follows her. He walks into a ravine surrounded by glowing leaves at its tips, the ground with leaks of water from the stream nearby. He walks further d

Jessica I take a deep breath and turn around, only to come to stare at what I believe is a Greek God. Holy shit- this man looks like he could be carved of stone and placed at some glorious monument. “I’m so sorry,” I mutter- this is a nightmare! Embarrassed that he saw my outburst, I turn around and begin to look for my shoe, but he taps his foot, demanding my attention, “Looking for this?” He asks, dangling the high heel I am looking for with his index finger. He has a slight red mark on his arm, and that’s when I realize I launched my heel at this Greek God, and I left a mark on his beautiful body!