Gina Carano Feet Novels & Stories

She shrieked from the pain coursing through her, and she was swiftly covered with beads of cold perspiration. Yuna’s stilettoes were well-formed with their thin, long heels. They dug into Tiana’s pair of open-toed fish mouth heels. Yuna deliberately aimed for her exposed toe, so it was hardly surprising for the recipient of her vicious attack to get a cracked toenail. Tiana dropped on the floor from the sheer agony radiating from her broken toe. She had opted for a short gown, and for no apparent reason, did not wear an underwear, so as she fell backward in full exposé, the media did not waste time in snapping photos of her disgraceful look before the guests.

“I'd rather not dirty what I have on.” I had been so focused on the emotion I thought crossed her face that I hadn't noticed what she had on. She looked like the complete bombshell she was in her tight flared black dress and her long blond hair in a ponytail Ariana grande style. Our eyes went to her legs and we saw she had three inches of sandal heels on. I scoffed as I shook my head at how obvious she was being. Adam would take one look at her feet and surmise that she had been faking the whole thing all along.

She looked at him again and smiled awkwardly, "H-hi, hello. You must be... Gin?" Gin smiled and extended his hand, "Yes. Gin Montero. And you are..." "Caroline. Caroline Joy Luex." Seems like she recovered her poise and stood up for a handshake as she looked at him, studying the man in front of her. They both sat down after the handshake and Gin clasped his hand. "Caroline Joy Luex, the rising model and soon to be an actress?" She nodded. "Yes. The one and only." "It's a pleasure to meet you then, future Hollywood star."

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.

While Sonia scraped on Gianna’s toenails, she idly scrolled through her phone, reading celebrity gossip, which might just be the right amount of messy to help digest the revolt in her stomach. “Oh hey,” Gianna turned the screen to Sonia, showing her an inspo. “If you're gonna torture my feet, at least make them look like this. Love that burgundy shade.” “You know, there’s this amazing pedicurist a few blocks away from here. Maybe go there,” Sonia said sarcastically. “I literally never asked for any of this. You were the one who just commandeered my feet.” Sonia's answering smile was downright beatific as she reached for the cuticle oil.

She continued to walk with grace, showcasing her stunning figure and elegant strides, gracefully navigating every corner of the runway. "Selena truly looks like a supermodel," Viggo commented. Karina nodded in agreement, feeling immensely proud of Selena. It reminded her of Selena's past struggles when she had to practice walking flawlessly, without making any mistakes. Karina had even witnessed Selena's heels getting higher every day. Not only that, Selena had endured numerous falls and ankle twists. Her feet were covered in bruises. But it was Selena's relentless effort that had brought her to where she was now.

I heard Zach whisper before hearing his hurried footsteps leave the office. Asshole. "You didn't return my calls or messages." A voice said and I opened my eyes to see one of the most beautiful women I've ever met. Karina was a top notch model, with sparkling blonde hair, blue eyes and a perfect smile. Her skin was flawless and glowed like a thousand suns. Some part of it was hidden with the black fitted gown she wore that exposed her perfect figure and cleavages. Her red stiletto heels added more to her height and the gold bracelet sparkled under the lights.

Chapter 17 Caroline's POV Having dinner with Kane is like having a sit-in with the devil. I know firsthand what it can be like—especially considering how frustrating and overbearing he can be, always asking questions I don’t want to answer. Gina had tried to doll me up, and I can’t say she didn’t succeed. She really did, because now I look like a frigging ballerina—except with an above-the-knee-length gown and flowing hair. Even though I had opted for ponytails.

She gripped the edge of the door and stood, looking around uncertainly. If he hadn't had years of combat and military training he might have stumbled. Angelina Giancarro was perfection. From the top of her flyaway blond hair to the bottom of her heeled sandals. She clung to the car door as if she would never let go, as if it were the lifeline between her old life and her new. She watched warily as he approached, her gorgeous grey eyes taking in every inch of his dark suit and tall form. She backed up a little, bumping into the doorframe. He took her hand, peeling it one finger at a time from the edge of the door and giving it a light squeeze. "Ms. Giancarro… Gina. It is a pleasure to meet yo

I reached the wide archway of the kitchen and stopped, leaning my shoulder against the cold doorframe. Gianna was there. She looked nothing like the girl in the office. She was wearing a t-shirt so big it swallowed her whole, the hem reaching her mid-thigh. Her hair was a messy nest on top of her head. She was standing by the stove. She was humming a low, sweet tune that I didn't recognize. Then I looked down. Her feet were wrapped in thick, white medical tape. She was standing on her tiptoes, trying to keep her weight off her heels.