Achilles Heel Novels & Stories

And his head was missing. In the half-light of the reluctant dawn lay a shoe. From its size Mac deduced that the bearer was petite, likely no heavier than the average twelve year old. Yet it was sexy, sophisticated and undeniably high-end. Or at least it had been. Now the heel had broken off and it was plastered with drying mud. A short way off lay it's pair, unbroken, kicked off in haste. He moved around trying not to disturb the mud, there were barefoot impressions; not the rolling motion of heel-strike walking, but only the balls of the foot and the toes.

His voice hitched and carried a lot of anger. I nodded and sat on the chair which was right next to him then picked up the heel which was almost 9 inches high. The heel was beautiful but I knew I couldn't walk in it. I could barely walk in shortt heels, I would probably fall off this. I strapped the buckle of the heel around my ankle and looked at Dante. He had his eyes on his iPad and wasn't paying attention to me. I squeezed my hand as I gulped hard, why did he look this hot?

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I said with a firm shake of my head. Ava held out the heels “These have a 4” block heel and will make it easier for you to walk. The insole is cushioned so it won’t be painful like the other one you tried on in the past.” She pushed them towards me and shook them, “At least try them on.”

(Sean POV) They gave me boots, so no more high heels for me. Are they unaware that wearing high heels can cause Achilles tendon contracture, resulting in tendon problems behind the heel as well as pain under the heel? Tsk. Of course, Sean was unconcerned. And a Korean straw hat that went perfectly with my white summer dress. Owww. In my outfit, I appear to be a cutie. I want to take a selfie, but I don't have a phone with me. I didn’t bother to get a new one. Sigh.

The healer stepped forward. "You should –" "I'm fine." "You're not fine. Let me –" "I said I'm fine." Nolan said in a sharp tone. The healer's mouth pressed into a thin line, showing his disapproval but he stepped back without another word. Gianna's foot throbbed. She looked down. The stick was still embedded in her heel. Blood had soaked through her shoe. She winced and crouched down, gripping the stick carefully. It had gone in deep. She pulled, feeling the pain shoot up her leg.

She pulled off her boot and pulled off her sock to see the large blister filled with fluid, growing on her big toe. It was so painful and she knew she couldn't heal because she had totally shut out her wolf form, knowing how aggressive and uncontrollable she could get. Well, she'd have to live with the wound for a few days. Shrugging, she stood to her feet and began limping towards the clinic. "This would be your second time here, Hailey," Dr Quinn said as she cleaned up Heyli's knee wound. "You've not even recovered from the broken nose. It's getting redder,"

I give up. Soon, the most awaited moment commenced. It was the time for the show stopper to show up and flaunt the epochal piece of her squad. All the eyes were set on the middle of the ramp where the light was focused. The first glimpse was of a seven-inch high heel. Yes… seven inches! That’s quite a painful thing in a model’s life. Once they get on their heels they ought to tip-tap them in the right way so that they don't look like they are in pain. Instead, they need to show it like they are wearing sneakers.

White would kill to have, she knew there was no way she would fall in with his suggestion to laze the afternoon away. It was too dangerous a temptation. Far, far too dangerous. Every instinct, every nerve, every muscle in her body was telling her that. So, she… well, she would defy him. Again. And she would go on defying him because that was all she could do. This was her only defense against the deceitful feelings in her heart, which had leaped and raced as he had spoken, frightening her with its longing.

He simply shifted his weight, aligning his body to block Kieran’s view of Elion completely. "Kieran," Cale said. "What?" Kieran challenged, puffing out his chest. "Your shoes," Cale said softly. Kieran blinked. "My what?" "Your shoes," Cale repeated. "Italian leather. Hand-stitched. Very expensive. But the left sole is worn down on the inside edge." Kieran looked down instinctively. "Pronation," Cale diagnosed. "A structural imbalance in the ankle. It causes knee pain, doesn't it? Especially after standing for long periods. Like during a cocktail party."