Encanto Feet Novels & Stories

She looked at Damon whose gaze seemed fixed on her trembling hands, she quickly hid her hands from him which caused him to arch his brows at her. "I'm not scared." She spoke confidently even when Damon never questioned her as she didn't want him to think her hands were trembling because she was scared. There was nothing for her to be scared of, she was so sure and positive that she was not Margaux, though, she could not understand why her body was behaving this way but she had to prove to him that she was not the evil witch. She clenched her fists and took a deep breath before she finally stepped into the hut.

The host keeps on rambling about the whole fucking history of the damn dolphins as I was starting to grow exhausted plus my feet were killing me in the heels I wore. How the fuck are there no chairs around that I could take a seat??? Enzo notices me shuffling my feet. “Are the heels giving you trouble?” he whispers in my ear. I cringe as the memory of the both if us bickering because of my heels flashes into my memory. He had warned me not to stress my feet wearing heels but I was head strong on wearing the news heels I just bought. “Don’t say ‘I told you so’.” I mumble back in slight annoyance.

His feet landed in the hallway with walls moulded from cream bath stones when he stepped into the gate The gate disappeared from the street. He commenced walking and was almost at the end of the seemingly never-ending hallway when a hushful voice called upon him " A-Alden?" The familiarity of the voice and the courage to call his name without the royal entitlement attached to it gave a descriptive image of who the person was. He turned back and was met with the image of a short-height girl. Her hair was styled into two ponytails with two pink scrunchies and she was wearing a pink floral flared gown. Her green eyes were glittering as she stared at the tall figure that hovered above her

She is mine after her family’s, she is my princess. Our bodies sway left to right like we are dancing for a melody “Hey,” I start a conversation again after a few seconds of silence “How about a pair of heels?,” I ask, it will be complete with a pair of heels instead of her daily unisex boots. She chews onto her inner cheek and arches her left brow perfectly. “Ow,” A low scowl leaves my lips as I stumble backwards… she trampled my foot. “You’re too greedy,” she snarls and skitters to the fit on room.

The collar, which she had not seen yet, would be placed somewhat ceremoniously around her neck by Ken right before they left for The House. When she got to the shoes, her breath caught as she turned them experimentally in her hands, inspecting each angle of the beautiful stiletto heels. Between the dress, the jewelry and the shoes she felt like Cinderella going to an erotic ball. Somehow she didn’t imagine Prince Charming in the fairy tale tying Cinderella up and f**king her in the middle of the ballroom. The thought made her laugh out loud and she shook her head at her silliness.

With great enthusiasm, Erna immediately took her prosthetic feet near her bed as well as a shoe box containing high heels Karl. Veronica runs the bottom of her dress, giving full access to Erna to help her wear her prosthetic feet, and finally, high heels. The size is right, exactly the same as the red high heels given by Karl during their first meeting a few months ago. The difference is, the high heels given by Karl are gold and blend smoothly with the light beige off-shoulder dress that he is wearing at this time. "And the last touch has been completed! I, Erna Chen, have completed my task as your mother's mother tonight," Erna said, standing up from her place while puffing out her chest

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.

His eyes felt oddly familiar. He smiled at me as I contemplate in his eyes to find whom it was like. His eyes, Leo had the same brown eyes but more dazzling and had more softness in them unlike Eric. I sighed and looked at the black sky filled with twinkling stars and Moon. They shined above us and reflected what was within us. Even though I was a whole world away from him but we would always be under the same moon, stars and sky. A little hope it was. I was drowned in the sea of moonlight when Eric grabbed my waist and pulled me towards him. I was caught off guard but not at all surprised, his face was too close to mine making me abhorrent towards him.

Beatrice said, checking the dress out. My lips parted taking in my appearance. The mascara highlighted my eyelashes and they appear longer and darker. My hair was made to form curls. “And sexy! Oh my goddess.” Eleanor completed the word and stood up. “Please pair it with this black heel, maidemoselle,” Beatrice said and placed the heel at my feet. I wore it and stood straight. “And the necklace please.” Eleanor reminded us while Beatrice helped me with it. “We are good to go, baby,” Beatrice said and I smiled, looking at them.

"I don't know, Sebastian told me he wants to go somewhere. So after that, I have an appointment with him." "Come and meet me at the hotel then." "Yeah." "Thanks, bye," "See you." She cut the call, standing up in her black high boots, pencil heeled and reaching up to her lower thighs. She was adorning a maroon wrap dress, slit from her leg, exposing her honey skin.