Crystal Shoes Novels & Stories

Crystals covered the five inch heels and along the sides. When Abrea noticed I was checking them out, she smiled. "Those are diamonds not crystals, in case you're wondering." "I love them," I breathed, happily She smiled. "I'm so glad." I bent over and removed my heels. They were already pinching my toes. My combat boots would've been preferred, but then like Abrea said, I owed her. After setting the shoes on the bed, I went back to the mirror. "What should I do with my hair?"

He is standing in his doorway in a pair of shorts. “The rumors are true, Evie has returned,” I joke. “Hey, Evie,” Crystal comes from Cain’s room, wearing barely anything. Her hair a mess. She is a little young, maybe twenty, Cain should know better. “Hey, Crystal,” I wave at her. I try not to look judgmental, but I am judging the hell out of them right now. I look away. “So, I’m gonna go,” Crystal says to Cain. “Yeah, thanks for stopping by, see ya,” Cain nods at her and she scampers away.

Her toes were painted light pink, the same shade as her dress, and she had a brown hair color. The second boy, OMG! He was tall like his companion, and he had a wide chest lean muscle thing going for him. The hair on his head was shining black, and he had grey eyes. He had Chace Crawford look going for him, only with the black hair difference. In fact, he looked like he was the one, if she didn’t know any better.

I take as many pictures as I can, warmth spreading through me. We make a stop at a Gucci store, and I go in there just for sightseeing. However, I decided to call Michael and tell him about a particular shoe that I like— a luxurious sling back heel made in a deep burgundy suede and decorated with crystal embellishments around the toes and heels. “Hmm, that's a pretty shoe, little flame.” He comments through the video call. He's in a shower, but he paused just to answer my call. Droplets of water fall down from his hair onto his shoulder.

She only notices when she hears her name being called. "Miss Krystal Hugace?" Krystal, with her arms crossed on her chest, only tilts her head towards the woman talking to her. She perks up when she sees her wearing her creations; the berret, the top and bottom tweed clothes, block pumps that could rival even Fertace's pumps. Not that Krystal would tell anyone about the comment some models saying her pumps is much more comfortable to wear than the trending Fertace's pumps. "Yeah?" Krystal replies with a blink, a quering tone in her voice. "That's me."

I was so silly. After examining it for a while and seeing no harm done, I felt at ease. Placing the dress back in the box, I opened the next one. Inside this box was a pair of heels, about seven centimeters high. They were magnificent, looking as if they were draped in transparent crystals that had been meticulously polished and cut. A large crystal flower was the highlight of the shoes. Everything was encrusted with delicate, tiny crystals. Oh, my man. He was always so thoughtful.

Well let's just see. Bianca was wearing a dark green cowl neck dress that had a slit on the left side and her blonde hair is flat-ironed. Luna is wearing a pastel blue deep V-neck dress that accentuated her curves well. Finally Freya is Freya tonight. She's wearing a yellow sweetheart neckline dress and her hair is out in her natural curls and damn she looks sexy in that dress. And I can say yellow is her color. Damn she looks good in all colors. I'm wearing an off-shoulder burgundy dress with a deep long slit on one side and paired it off with black heels and decided on letting my hair out. It's how he likes it to be.

I asked on the phone. "Sir, they are supposed to land here from India by the day after tomorrow." Ryan replied. "Okay. Once they are-" My words were stuck in my throat when my eyes fell on Crystal who just walked out of our room. She wore a peach coloured dress that reached her ankles. It was a net draped over a linen cloth that ended on her mid-thigh. I raked my eyes from her head to toe. Hair beautifully styled, nude makeup and minimal accessories. No exaggeration, she looked angelic.

These shoes wouldn’t compete with it—they’d complete it. I hold in my hands the embodiment of glamour. Finely crafted silver metallic leather. Crystal-embellished PVC. Lipstick-red stiletto heels. Christian Louboutin’s Spikaqueen pumps. They’re even more stunning in real life than they were online. Nothing could compare. The sales assistant appears beside me like a summoned spirit. She remembers me—I can tell. They always wait for my return. One day with me could fill their quota and fatten their commission checks.

“I’m mad at you. But I missed you more, so I’ll be mad later.” “Can we schedule it for Tuesday?” “No. I’ll send you a voice note at two in the morning.” She pulled back, held both my arms, then inspected me from head to toe with eyes capable of assessing stitching, weight, lip color, and emotional stability in a single glance. “You’re still offensively beautiful,” she said. “You’re wearing enough crystals to interfere with maritime navigation.” Krystal lifted her chin, pleased. Her dress was pale gold, covered in details that caught the light every time she moved. Long earrings. Stacked bracelets. A tiny rigid purse that couldn’t possibly hold anything useful.