White Mountain Cliffs Boots Novels & Stories

A few times, my wolf threatened to come forth, but I was in better control of it. I got a pair of Jogging boots from last night's shopping. Before now, I jogged on my ten toes, surely obscure, but when I saw humans run just as I did one on the side of the street, or on the bridge over a river, they did put that on. I found the design fascinating so I got mine, a pair of black boots.

In the right hand are white boots embroidered with matching color accents and in the left hand are holding high heels with full of sparkling gems. "Auntie, Amel is confused about what to wear. These are both cool! I want to look beautiful!" she said sulking spoiled as usual. Luckily she was busy with her shoes, so she didn't suspect my tense face. "Emm... I think, this one!" I said, pointing at the white boots. "This is more suitable because the theme is Jungle. Besides, your legs don’t get tired quickly," I added with a wrinkled face thinking to cover up my quarrel.

Each one was a work of art, adorned with gleaming hardware and made from the most supple, luxurious leather. Then, there were the shoes. Oh, the shoes. They were stacked high on shelves in their own separate section of the closet. Every pair was a work of art - from strappy stilettos to buttery soft riding boots. There were shoes for every occasion - sky-high heels for a night on the town, comfy flats for running around during the day, and cozy boots for après-ski in the mountains.

The blanket was sparse at places. Maybe the mountains like to keep their feet out of the blanket too, just like we do at extreme temperature. I chuckled at my thought. For me, the only thing that was keeping me in reality and reminding me of the reality was the warmth from Amor’s palm travelling to mine. The snow now became shin-deep. My gown was long enough to reach an inch below my knees. I was wearing white leather snow boots and so were the others. But Amor wasn’t. He was in his normal shoes. I looked around and then at Amor.

I put the bracelet on my wrist, and felt a tingle where it touched my skin. “Let’s go get you some shoes. Have you had coffee this morning?” I walked back up to the closet, and Clarissa waited behind in the room. There were more shoes than I had ever seen in my life other than at a shoe store. I chose a pair of light brown suede boots with a wooly lining. That seemed to fit the relaxed look I was going for, and I just needed to feel like I was being hugged.

I waited a few more endless minutes to be sure. As soon as I was convinced I was alone, I came cautiously out from behind the bush. I knew I needed to leave right away. I couldn’t risk being found by another wolf out there. But I couldn’t go back home without my boots. Father had given them to me a year ago, and if I showed up without them, he would give me a taste of his belt and have me spend the winter barefoot. I rolled up my dress around my waist and slid into the pond’s cold water, hoping the damned boots were stuck among the rocks and roots by the bank, and the river hadn’t carried them away.

The decision was made when I saw that the slide chain latch on the inside of the bottom of the window frame was definitely locked. “I really hate to do this.” I muttered to myself, leaning back on my bottom and propping myself up on my elbows for leverage in preparation to kick through the window. My heavy-duty leather hiking boots are mid-calf in height and will offer plenty of protection from any shards of glass that could easily slice through skin and flash.

I reached out and pulled the boots inside, closing the door behind me. The boots were made of thick, dark, smooth leather and lined with soft fur. These were the kind of boots that would keep my feet warm even in the deepest snow. They were new, or almost new, and they looked expensive, and they had been left there sometime in the night by someone who had not wanted to be seen. There was no note, no message, and no sign of who had left them. But I knew.

Falcon kissed her cheek. "I guess it's settled then," Theo sighed. DJ slammed the trunk shut. "Now if you've packed all your ghost-friendly shoes, then it's time for us to go." "Excuse me?" Falcon snapped. "My footwear is strictly high fashion. These are glitter-laced House of Delamort boots from their post-apocalyptic couture line." "Your boots are louder than a banshee with IBS," Cameron growled. "They'll get us all killed. Plus, I don't know where you think we are going that you think you’ll need a whole damn suitcase that’s probably packed with nonsense."

Chastity gushed. I had found a pair of handmade brown leather boots with cut outs that had a dark purple material behind the cut outs. They should reach about mid-calf on her. I had also gotten lucky that they had them in her size because the store only had the one pair, and would not have been able to get a pair in her size. “I’m so glad you like them.” I stated. “I really do. They’re perfect.” Chastity said as she put them back in the bag, “You’re turn.”