Glass Sneakers Novels & Stories

A man in horn-rimmed glasses smirked into his cocktail. My nails bit into my palms hard enough to leave crescent moons. "Don't react. Don't give them the satisfaction." But then Alessandra's gaze flicked to my shoes dyed black Payless heels with the soles reglued three times. "Oh my God." Her laughter rang out, high and shrill as a car alarm. "Are those from the "children's" section?" Something inside me "snapped."

His gaze landed on a pair of pointed, strappy stilettos—similar to the silver ones she had worn the night before, the same ones that had imprinted themselves in his memory like a brand. “These,” he said without hesitation, tapping the screen. Jonathan raised a brow, silently noting how specific his boss had become. “How many pairs would you like?” Alexander didn’t look away. “Start with two. Get the silver ones—but choose softer straps, they should glide over the skin. The surface should be highly polished. And find the same style in black. They’ll look striking against her complexion.” Jonathan coughed lightly, unsure whether to be impressed or embarrassed. “Understood. I’ll have them air-s

Silver, nude, white, crystals, lace, open toes, closed toes, stilettos, kitten heels, block heels. I tried them all. Each one worse than the last. “My toes are crying,” I mumbled, taking off another pair. “These look cute though,” Elodie said, holding a sparkly pair. “I’m going to fall and break my ankle,” I replied. Lea laughed. “Just one pair, for the photos?” I shook my head. “Nope.” And then I spotted them. On the far side, on the bottom row. White sneakers. I picked them up.

Grace stood and watched Reyna rummage, looking for a pair of shoes. “FOUND IT”, Reyna yelled as she held up a pair of Grey Satin Peep Toe heels, it had a diamante encrusted ring on the toe of the shoe. She hoped it would fit Grace. “Try it and see if it fits?” Grace’s feet were a bit chubby so she was hoping it wouldn’t be too tight on her foot. Grace said a small prayer to the Gods and slipped her foot in the shoe. Her foot fitted in it, but it was hurting a bit around her toe.

“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.”

And in the black God help me she’d look like sin itself. “I’ll take all three,” I said finally, my voice steady. Their eyes widened slightly, but none dared question me. “And shoes?” one of them asked politely. “Yes,” I said. “Three pairs. Something that matches.” They nodded and brought out three pairs each one perfect. The first pair: silver stilettos, slender and sparkling, designed to draw the eye. The second: nude heels, elegant and timeless, made for grace and comfort. The last: black velvet heels, tall, commanding, with a single diamond clasp at the ankle.

Mich yelled. I ignored him and didn't come out till the next three minutes. He had a scowl on his face, but the moment he saw me, it dissolved into an expression I couldn't read. Then he turned to Sammy and his quiet colleague. “Give her the heels. Has it arrived?" Sammy's colleague got up and produced a pack of shoes from a high shelf. Oh my. The design was damn unique. A black six-inch heel, its strap made of two rows of three large, fancy glittering stones, flexibly connected.

and lastly complemented his outfit with a Paul Smith sneakers. "Babes stay let me snap you." He posed as Nasreen took pictures of him. "You know you could pass for a model." "I know right, Let's take a selfie." "Okay." She was dressed very simple and elegantly in dark blue skinny jeans, a white top that reached her mid-thighs, wrapped her Haute hijab securely on her hair, matching it with her Dolce and Gabbana silicicy purse, and white Bally sneakers.

Nina took out a pair of silver colored shoes from the box and all who saw her held their breath at the beauty of the shoes. The shoes were very pretty, with shiny silver leather, decorated with small white, gray and light blue flowers which were neatly arranged from the back of the shoe to the middle to follow the slender shape, while the front was left plain which adds an element of elegance to its appearance. "Oh, Ms. Fely, you are very lucky. Those shoes haven't even been officially released by Christina Vays," Sandra said with envy in her voice. The models also stared at the shoes in Nina's hands with awe and envy.

"Thank you for the heads up. I'll be sure to look out for any sneakershot eyes in the area." "Precious designers sneakers from master minds as Wil would define them," he corrected Gianna. "They should be close to seven thousand bucks if I'm quite attentive to his praises." Gianna and Mimie's eyes bounced out of their sockets for a downtown stroll. Adam rubbed his neck, "I had not an ounce of idea they were that expensive." His two friends looked at him questioningly. "They were offered by a close friend of mine in my previous school for my birthday. Today's the first time I'm putting them on. Didn't know I was rubbing thousands of dollars in the dust," He nervously laughed.