Franny Shoes Novels & Stories

"You'll wrinkle." Sunny had to pick pink silk, didn't she? Bad enough it skimmed my body so close wearing underwear was a questionable activity, the sticky bra thingies she forced me to slap on driving me nuts. The shoes were another story altogether, so high they rivaled anything Pagomaris, my demon grandmother's aide, forced me to wear on Demonicon. Sure, they made my butt look good, but the balls of my feet were killing me. And pink? Pink? Oh. My. Swearword.

Sharon pleaded with her friend. A black 6-inch stiletto, beige-colored 4-inch pumps, and white 5-inch sandals were what Sharon chose. Allora wanted something less inches, but after one pleading look from Elijah and Sharon's exhausted faces, she said, "Okay, but I am not buying that lipstick. red." "What an idiot," Sharon muttered.

I figured that had something to do with the whipped cream that was on the woman in front of him and the strawberries on his lap. Niran was next. She walked on the stage with confident strides. She seemed a lot taller and I looked down at her feet. High heels with big platforms. Her name was written in diamonds on the platform of the shoes. I looked down. I wore heels, but I was planning to take my shoes off so I could at least move freely. I noticed Rana also wearing high heels. Was that an advantage?

He countered. They all shook their heads at his remark. “But damn girl! You ate it all up.” Francine complimented. Penelope smiled, proud of herself. “Hey! You ain’t playing either.” Penelope returned the compliment. Francine wore a purple satin gown with slits to show off her endless legs. “Oh… Please…” Francine rolled her eyes playfully and they both burst into laughter. She moved closer to Penelope, “I expect the juicy details from yesterday when Killian pulled you out of here like a caveman.”

Fran has gone for a small black dress that shows off her amazingly long legs while Poppy is laying on my bed in a red frilly dress. "Look at us all dressed up!" Fran says excitedly as she puts her phone back into her bag. "Shall we have a drink before we go? We have time" She asks, and my heart starts hammering in my chest as she looks at me expectantly. Even in my heels, she towers over me in hers by almost a foot it seems. "I'm um, I'm not drinking tonight" I say with a stutter as the excuse I don't have prepared tries to load in my brain. Poppy sits upright quickly and gapes at me.

Franz snapped as he stared at the pair of blue eyes that were now wide open. "Always use the same threats. You are the most annoying man in the world!" Phoebe stomped on Franz's shiny leather oxfords so she could be free from this man's embrace. "Ouch! Badass Queen is so hard to be tamed even when she’s dressed like a real queen. Wait, My Bee!" Franz felt the backs of his legs going numb for a moment, surely it would be bruised from that unexpected attack of the Barbarian Queen's killer heels. Fortunately, his shoes are limited edition with the best materials, otherwise, his foot will definitely swell crazily tomorrow.

“Shoes?” Ryan raised his brows. “What shoes?” “Sports shoes. I need a pair of lightweight sports shoes.” Ryan said, “I can shop with you, but you need to pay for your shoes.” Freya was dumbfounded. “You can’t even bear to buy me a pair of shoes? Are you strapped? It should be okay if I choose a pair of shoes costing a few hundred dollars, right?” “You’re overthinking it. I’m not that strapped.”

Surely fate wouldn't let her miss her BFF's big moment? Grabbing the present with its big yellow bow, Francine began walking in heels meant to look pretty and elongate her short legs. They lasted five minutes. The third time she stumbled in the gravel, she ripped them off her feet and threw them in the woods. Five minutes after that, she regretted her haste as the rough pavement underfoot didn't exactly scream comfort.

Kate was so taken by them it probably looked like she was ogling them. As though to subvert the knee-high socks ban, Francine’s socks went the opposite way and shrank. She was indeed wearing white socks but they were liners instead of ankle-length. Her shoes were the prescribed black leather with, at most, one-inch heels but Kate inexplicably felt as though Francine was wearing stilettos.

Was there something wrong with me? Fay plopped down next to us on the loveseat, pulling me from my thoughts. She eyed me with curiosity. “Do you always wear high heels?” she asked, glancing at my four-inch stilettos, which I was wearing because Clair had forbidden me from walking around the house in socks due to the dust from renovations. “Well, most of the time, yes,” I replied casually. “They’re comfortable and go with pretty much anything. Of course, I don’t wear them to the beach, but they’re my go-to shoes.”