Achilles Heel Novels & Stories

I didn’t care. I hurried to the nearest counter, my heels wobbling beneath me. “Hurry” was a strong word because every step felt like a struggle. My feet were killing me, the burn creeping up my calves like fire licking at dry leaves. That bastard. I swear he had me twirling on that dance floor like a damn marionette for his amusement, knowing exactly how much these heels would punish me. I paused for a moment, slipping off my right heel to stretch my aching toes, sighing in relief. Just a few hours more, I told myself. A few more hours of this charade.

But the wedding never happened, instead of being married,she was being chased by the very man she was to marry , how hilarious. A sharp pain on her ankle made her stumble and fall. stand up and run “ her mind screamed at her but it was a futile attempt because the moment she stood up to continue running,the pain almost crippled her making her fall face flat on the blood soaked floor. She cried, tears of frustrations ran down her dirt soaked face. For once in her life she wished she was the child of a commoner for it would have been better than being the child of a man who caused this chaos , the worst thing was that her father chose the coward's death by stabbing himself and her mother in fr

Bold, sophisticated, and ready to take on the charity gala. I slipped my feet into the designer black stiletto heels, feeling the familiar surge of confidence as the shoes transformed my posture. The sleek, pointed toes and delicate ankle straps added a touch of sophistication to my overall look. I stood up, my gaze drifting down to admire the way the heels elongated my legs, creating a stunning line from hip to toe.

A monster hiding inside the body of a handsome rich man. While walking backwards wiping her tears, Lexie suddenly tripped over an oak root sticking out of the ground. She reflexively let out a loud shriek as her buttocks fell on the cold, damp ground. She groaned in pain. Her vision blurred as more and more tears came out of her eyes. She tried to wipe her tears and rubbed her sore buttocks. She seems to have sprained her ankle as she tripped while wearing very pointy heels. Lexie tried to endure the throbbing pain in her ass while trying to stand up with high heels wrapped around her feet. She was completely unaware of the movement of someone nearby who was getting closer and closer to her

Alexander slightly pushed her hand away and eased up from the ground. He looked up at her then got up looking down at his injured leg. Who would have thought he was this crazy? Siana quickly fell to her knees slowly pulling up the foot of his pants as if she could do anything, she wasn't a healer nor was she a doctor so what could she possible do? "Let go," he said looking down on the top of her head. Being the stubborn person she was she refused to and proceeded. "Let go," he said once more this time kneeling at her reach.

Keeva’s POV The red bottom heels feel ridiculous on my feet. I have never worn heels before and I would never wear ones these high. I feel like I’m walking on stilts. ‘Fuck!’ I stumble and twist my ankle. Jonas outright laughs and Alpha Channon tires his best to suppress his laughter, in an attempt not to make me feel even more embarrassed. ‘Maybe a training heel would be better?’ The stick thin, snooty personal shopper asks whilst rolling her eyes. He looks lustily at Channon and Jonas with no effort whatsoever to hide her want for them. ‘How about a nice kitten heel, elegant and you won’t break your neck if you fall off them.’ A nice young man with come into the room with a flamboyant entr

For instance, the Healing Pill would indeed come in handy at this time. Hamed’s left leg was the biggest regret in his life. In his opinion, it was already impossible for him to cure his leg. However, even if both of Hamed’s legs were already crippled, if Hamed were to take one of Charlie’s Healing Pill, both of his legs would be completely healed.

I stood at the side of the physiotherapy table, hands steady as I adjusted the resistance band around Adrian’s lower leg. He was already on his back, one knee bent, the other extended. The injury that had brought him here—a partial tear in the Achilles that still refused to fully heal—had left him frustrated and restless. I could see it in the tight set of his jaw every time I asked him to push against the band. “Slowly,” I said. “Control the movement on the way down. Don’t let gravity do the work.” He exhaled through his nose and obeyed, the muscle along his calf flexing under my guidance. For a few minutes the only sounds were the quiet stretch of the band and the low hum of the air condit

Which only happened a couple of days later when Ana was told by her doctor that her knees were completely healed and that she was allowed to go back home. Home. A word which seemed to scare her lately because the word had a relative meaning. Where would that be? Her New York apartment where she lived on suitcases jumping to exotic locations for shootings? Her Forrester mansion which seemed haunted with dreadful memories? Or the even more lavish and opulent castle her grandfather had leagued her but without a soul with which she could relate?

Hence, he slowly lifted his weary eyes— revealing his hawk-like, golden orbs, looking straight at her. "What is it with women of Southern Olf and her high heels?" Sashal flinched, and unconsciously she became conscious of her shoes. It was a talk that only both of them knew, as she had fallen on his chest in the Arena because of her high heels. Remembering that, Sashal's chest felt hot, but she tried to keep smiling. "Yes, this is one of our pride." “Even though it would be uncomfortable to use for a long time?”