Glass Sneakers Novels & Stories

I looked around the store which was filled with so many shoes leaving behind that man… The sales attendants all stood in formation as they greeted the boss respectfully… They also bow respectfully to me but I simply gave a curt nod before turning my attention to the cute pink sneakers I just found.. I walked towards the shelf without a second thought and picked up the sneakers but froze when I saw the price tag on it… What the hell? Are they trying to sell the statue of Liberty? An ordinary pair of sneakers cost $3000 bucks for real! I gently kept it back on the shelf and turned away.

Each step Haze took was accompanied by a subtle glimmer, turning heads and drawing attention to her unique and unconventional choice of footwear. The combination of the sky-blue gown and the diamond-decorated sneakers created a striking contrast, blending sophistication with a hint of youthful energy. It showcased Haze's individuality and her ability to effortlessly merge elements of glamour and casual elegance. These extraordinary sneakers not only provided Haze with comfort and ease as she moved throughout the gala, but they also made a bold fashion statement, defying expectations and redefining traditional notions of formal attire.

"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.

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.

"Open it and find out." She uncovered the box and a pair of satin pumps, in a dazzling light-gold hue, with a pointed toe and a four-inch heel and sole made of glass settled within it. Dragon patterns which were similar to those on Jason's jacket festooned the shoes in a deeper shade of gold. Ribbons shaped like flowers were attached at each side of the ankle. Evelyn gasped at their beauty. "Oh my God, Jason. They're so beautiful." "Just like you, These shoes are one of a kind," he said with a smug. "You won't see another like it anywhere else. They are the only version in the entire world."

"Let's start with basics," Lena squealed rushing to a floor to ceiling window lined with shoes, boots and sandels. "Oh my Goddess," Serena squeaked holding her hands to her chest. "Casper only ever brought me sneakers and big army style boots. What are those?" She pointed to a pair of shiny black shoes with red soles and a spike protruding from the heel. "Those, darling, are Laboutin." "They're beautiful." "Luna Lucy used to have some," I said frowning at the shoes. They never looked comfortable when Luna wore them and they didn't look comfortable now.

And I am about to fail him. To find this guy, let’s go with what first caught my eye. His shoes. The MaroonNYC x Ceeze Collaboration. These shoes are so rare because there were only 8 pairs released of these particular makes. They are fucking expensive and you can HARDLY find them. It truly wasn’t that guy's best move to wear such limited-edition sneakers for a stealth job. But then again, not everybody knows about stuff like that. I do, cause I’ve always been a fan of sports fashion. Especially designers. I never had money to buy them. I never have money to buy anything for myself really.

"Or do you still think I'm a spy and won't help me?" His smirk is infuriating. "You know I have to be careful, asteraki mu." "Whatever. I don't care. All I want to know is where are my shoes?" "There," he says, raising an eyebrow, and pointing. "Not those shoes. Where are my sneakers? I had one pair of sneakers, the Nike Air Max III from 1990 in the gray and red and black colorway. Where the hell are they?" He tilts his head in confusion. "Those old pieces of junk? I had them thrown away. You have plenty of new shoes more fitting for a Don's wife and—"

“ The elevator in front of us opened, and Tinyeleti lost her jaw to the floor. I tried to see what she was seeing. Inside the elevator, there were three guys all in formal black pants and black t-shirts. They were wearing different sneakers, though. One was wearing white sneakers, the middle one was in orange sneakers—what a colour—and the last one was in black sneakers. What stood out for them? They looked the same. For example, if you didn't notice the different shoes, you would think it's the same person thrice. The one in white sneakers was staring deeply at us. He got an intense stare while the middle one was smirking at us, and the other one was on his phone, not awarding us with a gla

We both kept shut and turned to Ri who looked like any moment from now she would have smokes coming out from her nose and ears just like in the animations. “I got this.” She gritted out before unlinking her hands from ours and pointing to the beautiful sneakers she was putting on. “this is an Air Jordan 12 OVO.” A grin immediately appeared on her face once she called the name. I have seen it before somewhere and I can say that is quite expensive. Close to a hundred grand or so. She walked away from us probably tired of our arguments. “our plan worked.” Noah said with a grin while I just chuckled. We were talking yesterday and Noah brought up an idea on how to make people leave us alone and i