Glass Sneaker Novels & Stories

It constantly reminded him that he was incompatible with this luxurious store. The shop assistant immediately walked forward, "Miss, you have such good taste. This pair of sneakers is the latest model in our store. It has very good customer feedback. The shoes are very light. It's very comfortable when you run or jump wearing it. Handsome, what's your size? Let me take a pair of them for you to try." Julian pursed his lips. He softly said, "I don't want to try." "Why don't you want to try? I'm not buying the sneakers for you." Stella then turned her head to say to the shop assistant, "Get me a pair of size eleven and a half."

"Well, I stand corrected," "How did she make this?!" Gemma and Gillian exclaimed next, both grabbing a shoe and examining them. The shoes were made out of white sapphire. Let me point out that I said it was made out of, not decorated. The shoes looked like a fancier and more modern version of Cinderella's glass slippers only that instead of glass, it was made out of white sapphire. Then it was moderately adorned with blue sapphires. The shoes were unbelievable.

His eyes zero in on my shoes and immediately widen in horror. “I will admit that I hate salads and appreciate you supporting and encouraging me to eat real food if you explain what the fuck is on your feet!” he exclaims, “To quote a certain Wakandan; WHAT ARE THOSE?!” he cries, gesturing dramatically to my shoes. I glance down at the shoes on my feet, “Don’t you go dissing my sandals,” I say defensively. I love these shoes. They’re open-toed sandals with a large white cushioned platform base, neon yellow detailing, extra padding under the heel and two translucent neon yellow buckles that strap over the top. I think they’re great.

“Not today. I guess whatever it was, went away.” “Good to hear. Oh wait, I almost forgot to give you something. I’ll be right back; it’s in my car.” She hurried out and came back and came back seconds later. “Here you go.” She gave him a gift bag. “Oh, sneakers.” He said after looking into the bag and seeing the box. He took it out and opened it to find a pair of black hi-top sneakers with the soles being neon green as well as the eyelets, perforation vents and double stitching while the toe tips, heel caps and laces were white. The star in the logo was also neon green. “Scratch that, a cool pair of sneaker. I like these.”

"I don't think either of them would chop up a beautiful shoe and send it to me." Anderson's brows knit together. "That's a shoe?" How did he miss that? "See right here you can see the laces in the stitching and there's a piece of the sole." Chunks of it weren't completely shredded. "It's a December release from last season put out by my new sponsor. They gave the whole line snow names, like Snowflake or Snow Fight. I can't be one hundred percent sure, but this could be Ice Queen." I've always thought that particular shoe was beautiful and had wanted to pick up a pair for myself, but running outside in white didn't seem the best idea and now I'll never look at the shoe the same again.

Her eyebrows arched high as she raised the shoes again under the light to be sure it was the original pair she had confirmed initially, “He just bought you this because your feet were hurting?!” “Thousands?!” Skylar's mouth opened in a silent scream, her eyes bulging from their sockets as she looked at the pair of beautiful shoes her friend was holding. “Yeah, dummy,” Amelia rolled her eyes, “These are the newly-launched AVARSON sneakers for females. What do you even know?” She huffed in further disbelief at her friend's cluelessness. “I had no idea!” She gasped in shock as she tried to apprehend why he would purchase something that expensive for her, her eyebrows shot up even more when she

I told her those would work too. She still wasn't satisfied. Instead, she grabbed a pair of white sneakers from another shelf. "You run around at school all day. Leather shoes aren't safe. Sneakers are better. Kids your age are still growing, so you should wear sneakers that provide more support." That was the moment I completely gave up. I understood then that there was no chance I was leaving with white leather shoes. Even the sales assistant looked at me with sympathy. I was numb with embarrassment. I refused to even look at the sneakers.

I assured myself. A black Ferrari LaFerrari breezed in the moment the driver who had come in with the truck load of gifts came out of the car, the driver appeared with his left foot and then his right revealing the most expensive Clarks leather shoe I had seen, shiny and smooth at the surface. He brought out his head, his eyes was covered with a dope black spectacle.

They were elegant and understated—just what I wanted. “I think I’ll go for those,” I said, a small smile on my lips. The sales lady looked surprised. “Are you sure, miss? They’re… very simple.” “I’m sure,” I replied, glancing at Zack for reassurance. He nodded approvingly. “They make your legs look longer,” he said with a wink, just as his phone started to ring. “Get yourself some everyday shoes, sneakers, and anything else you like,” he added before stepping out to answer the call, leaving me in the capable hands of Oliver and the assistants.

My hands go to my mouth as I look at the beautiful golden fabric, which has stunning Swarovski crystals delicately sewn into the bodice and sprays out down the floor-length skirt. Mischa enters the changing room and helps me put on this dress. I see the shoe box and open the box before I laugh. Fenrir knows me too well. He brought me a pair of gold gladiator style sandals, even though I can walk in heels, I always choose comfort over style. Mischa helps me put them on and leads me out to the mirrors. I look at myself in the mirror and I’m completely gobsmacked by how I look. Bloody hell! I look… I look beautiful.