Crystal Shoes Novels & Stories

I don’t know how to react though but I still managed to smile at her, letting her know that I’m slightly confused. She sighed before talking. “Let me talk to your parents later. There is something they need to know, something that they should’ve done years ago. You’re a special girl Crystal. I know you know what I’m talking about.” She left me dumbfounded. What was that? I don’t know what she’s talking about and now it bothers me. Is it something to worry about? I felt my heart clench a little when I remembered that Nana Alona can read a person’s ability without looking at their sign. She knows that I’m not just a mere Black wizard and I’m far more than that because of my ice powers. I gentl

Mich yelled. I ignored him and didn't come out till the next three minutes. He had a scowl on his face, but the moment he saw me, it dissolved into an expression I couldn't read. Then he turned to Sammy and his quiet colleague. “Give her the heels. Has it arrived?" Sammy's colleague got up and produced a pack of shoes from a high shelf. Oh my. The design was damn unique. A black six-inch heel, its strap made of two rows of three large, fancy glittering stones, flexibly connected.

she says excitedly. With Ryan and May still asleep, all the attention is on me—for now. I tear open the box and gasp. Inside are the most beautiful Prada heels I’ve ever seen—violet satin platforms, completely encrusted with crystals that shimmer iridescent in the sunlight. Just as I’m about to leap out of my seat to hug her, she hands me a second box. Inside is the matching handbag—same violet hue, same crystal finish. It’s small, but stunning.

Mercedes and Crystal took the day off from all their activities to enjoy the day with the rest of the other people. Crystal was offering some of her unused dresses for Mercedes to don in the evening. She had many of them because Jake was such a big spender on her. She took out a medium puff short sleeves, low plunge neck, and medium length. It was flower-patterned and a perfect fit. Her hair was in a French braid decorated with some flowers to add to the look. She put on a simple crescent moon pendant and mid-calf gladiator sandals.

Cassandra asked, opening a rex velvet box. “Oh my... You got these shoes. You know I saw it a while back and I have not just had time to get myself one, I did add it to my to-shop list but nothing gets off my schedule to give me more time "Cassandra held on to a christal heel with sparkling stones. Taylor smiled brightly seeing the satisfactory smile on Cassandra’s face.

She lifted it off the hook and checked the size before turning and asking the saleswoman, “May I try this on?” “Oh, of course. This way,” the woman walks toward the back, and Krystal follows. Ten minutes later, we walked out of the store with a promise to have the dress delivered to the palace. Krystal refused to let me see it on her as she explained it needed to be a surprise. I asked her about matching shoes, but she assured me she has a pair that would match it perfectly. She also assured me they are lower heels as she is to avoid wearing high heels while pregnant. I guess I can understand why.

And then— That voice. “What the hell are you doing here, Krystal?” My body stilled. My eyes rolled before my head turned. There she was. MJ McLaren. In all her designer-knockoff glory. Too much bronzer, too little dignity. Wearing a beige blazer that tried so hard to scream wealth but whispered credit card debt. Her stilettos were scuffed, her fake lashes clung like her exes—barely hanging on. “And is that a fake Prada and Chanel purse combo?” she sneered, her over-lined lips twitching with judgment.

The foolish things I did some time ago were enough. Thank goodness, Baby is fine. Krystal walked gracefully and beautifully. When is she not beautiful? Always perfect. Her wide-leg trousers almost brushed the floor, covering part of her high-heeled shoes, complemented by a matching blazer. The standout of her appearance today was her hair. Perhaps she had sharpened the highlights. I don't know. What's certain is that it looked more defined, adding to her beauty.

Ivanka took off her high heels and helplessly said, “I took the wrong step and broke it. Maybe my luck is just horrible today.” “Oh, come on! These shoes cost several million dollars! What does luck have to do with it?” Sandy clearly did not believe her. Anna did not ask because she was stunned by the new shoes in her hands. “What a beautiful pair of crystal shoes!” Ivanka and Sandy looked over at the same time. The shoes were made of translucent crystals, so one’s feet would be visible when they were worn. As such, these shoes were incredibly high-end. One could not wear them just because one was rich. First of all, one had to have a pair of beautiful feet!