Glass Sneaker Novels & Stories

The effect was unique and red-carpet glamorous. Her nylons I recognized. One of the world's finest ateliers, Gio of England makes absolutely gorgeous ten-denier fully-fashioned nylon stockings, with a full back seam. She chose the Manhattan heel stitching for its timeless sophistication and sexy chic styling. When she stepped, the high slit in her dress revealed a sexy hint of the dark welts of her nylons. Her pretty feet were adorned with five-inch Louboutin 'So Kates' in glossy black leather, what Anna had once described to me as "sex on wheels". A brilliant slash of glossy crimson lipstick and an elegant pair of dangly brilliant red Oregon Sunstone earrings completed her look.

We left with six bags just from lingerie. Next: shoes. A boutique with glass walls and spotlights on every pair. Amara pointed. “Boots. Sneakers. Heels. Sandals. Pick what makes you happy.” I picked one pair of black sneakers—simple, comfortable. Amara added six more pairs without asking. “Trust me,” she said. “You’ll thank me when your feet aren’t killing you in those old boots.” Clothes came next. A flagship store—bright, open, racks of soft fabrics and clean lines.

“They’ll take care of the bill. Come on.” She grabbed my hand before I could protest. “Don’t tell me you’re tired already.” I laughed. “Never. What’s next?” We walked out, passing Adrian and Antonio. Adrian glanced back at us briefly, a quiet, unreadable look before returning to his call. “Oh my God, Louis Vuitton!” Gia squealed, pointing ahead. “They have those thirteen-inch heels I’ve been dying to get. Let’s go!” She was already halfway there when a store glowing with soft pink neon lights caught my eye. The sign read Ginger’s Secrets.

Sia’s voice dripped of admiration. "I wish," Mari said giggling, then turned to me. "You look, perfect sis." "Thanks. And now I need a sh-" "A shoe!" Sia's squeak cut me off. She half-ran to us with a pair of silver heel sandals that had metallic Rhinestones as ankle straps. They were perfect for the dress. Sia could easily be my savior for the day. I didn't even realize when she left for the shoe section until she held the shoes in front of me, grinning like a two-year-old.

She blended right after so it was too late to follow. Meanwhile, she hopped on every footwear selling store in the flea market in search for best quality shoes. Neither the allure of a merchant's persuasion nor baits in form of discounts fooled her. Because of her relentless pursuit almost spanning an hour, she found the right sneakers! Gray, leather, rigid heel.

Probably my own feet. “Holy shit are you okay?” I hear as I feel my face heat and turn a deep red, I feel something lift me to my feet and open my eyes to bright sky blue ones staring into my soul. Fuck he is actually beautiful. Now I am this close I can see everything, all his tiny perfect imperfections. He has a chicken pox scar about his left eyebrow and a small crook in his nose as if it’s been broken but long healed. His perfect blue eyes are like a bright summer’s day and his lips. I cannot stop staring at his plump perfect lips. I’m still watching as they move into a smirk.

I whisper, my fingers trembling on the fabric. Sophie gasps, snatching it to drape over me. “Leah! This is… wow. The back? Insane. And it’s so soft. He’s got taste.” I’m still frozen when she dives into the next bag. Outcome the shoes are sleek black patent leather strappy sandals with delicate crisscross ankle straps and a sharp pointed toe. The heel is a wicked four inches, thin and high, promising endless legs and careful steps. Sophie slips one onto my foot right there on the couch; it fits like a glove.

The smaller package had a pair of cutout leather sandal heels that were embellished with crystal details. I knew it wouldn’t be long before Lucas would arrive so I quickly ran into my room and took a quick bath not wanting to worry about having to dry and straighten my hair. After I bathed I dried off and put lotion on before pulling on a pair of thongs and a strapless bra. Starting on my makeup I went for a smokey eye look using glittery gold to bring out some color My blush and lipstick were a simple nudish pink color that made the whole look come together and not seem too much.

I assured and walked over to the dressing table. I sat down in front of the mirror and began to fix my face up-a little bit of eye pencil, some blusher, concealers to cover the hickey someone had seared on my neck with his cannibalistic teeth-a dash of light lipstick, and nude eye shadow, and I was done. My shoes were stored in the other part of the room. I walked over and picked up the pair of Giuseppe Zanotti black Nirvana serpent anklet heels Gwen had gifted me and then slipped them on my feet.

He told her. “Okay..” But at this time she was not having any expectations. She heard what those sales associates said. It meant that students from their school have come as well. Keenan took her to another shoe store. However, this place sold more sneakers rather than sandals or dance shoes. A pair of shoes caught her attention. She liked its neutral look as it could be paired with any clothes. It was a white Adidas with the three stripes a heel tab and a rubber shell toe. Seeing the brand, she could already guess that it would be expensive. Still, she tried it on, and checked in the mirror.