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 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.

“It’s a shoe.” “Congratulations,” I muttered, wiggling my hand in a silent demand that he return the sketch. “You recognize basic objects. I’m so impressed. Now give it back.” But he kept staring, tilting his head from one side to the other. “Open toe, chunky heel platform with buckles,” he murmured. “Interesting.” Pointing out one part, he said, “You went with an ankle strap instead of t-strap.”

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.

I just shrugged, maybe he bought new underwear because he was in the underwear section. We went to the heel shop. While the salesclerk was explaining to me the difference and the names of the heels, my head suddenly hurt. Lots of art! When I was a kid I thought there was only one name for 'heels' and now there are mules, chunky, pumps, stilettos and platform heels! And I honestly don't know what these are for-- well, for the feet but-- I applied for a janitress! How can I mop the floor if I'm wearing heels this high? I looked at Warren with a straight face, he was sitting on the sofa with crossed legs and eyes closed. I shook, I really can’t understand what he’s thinking.

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."

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" In my previous life, it was this so-called Invincible Spiral that let the opposing striker cut right through our rotating midfield in the opening group match and score five goals before halftime. At two in the afternoon, I went to the medical office. Theodore pressed his fingers against the Achilles tendon on my right ankle and whispered, "Mauricio said yesterday that everyone at this training camp has to pass the physical. No exceptions." He picked up a pen and asked, "Are you sure you want to make trouble at a time like this?" I rolled up my pant leg and revealed the old scar on my Achilles tendon. "Then I'll write that your old injury has flared up and you can't participate in intense m