Head Over Heels Novels & Stories

I secretly nodded in my mind and mimicked that. Heels, toe. Heels, toe. I think I'm getting it a little, let me try again. Heels, toe. Heels, toe. This is kinda hard but everytime I hear my heels touching the marble floor sounds like elegant and power. Wow. Heels, toe. Heels, to—fuck! "Hey!" I was so close to the end of the sofa when I suddenly tripped on my own foot. My god, I can't do this!

‘She just can’t do anything right! Hannah was not used to wearing heels, but she had worn them to look as similar as possible to Heather. Since her feet were slightly smaller than Heather’s, she would sprain her ankle every time she put Heather’s heels on. She did not know that Heather had returned and simply took off her heels, holding them in her hand and trotting a little because she wanted to return to her safe space as quickly as possible. In this place, the best thing she could do was hide and be non-existent.

My heels clicked softly against the stairs as I descended. There he was. Uncle Pedro stood tall and commanding in the grand foyer, dressed in a crisp white button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms and perfectly tailored black pants. His hair was neatly combed back, giving him that effortlessly powerful and sexy look. He was checking his watch when he sensed me coming down the stairs. The moment his eyes lifted and landed on me, everything else seemed to fade.

Then, he looked at Noah in disdain before striding into the elevator. As soon as the elevator doors closed, Noah grabbed Danielle’s wrist and pulled her to the stairway. Danielle stumbled and fell in her heels. Feeling bad, Noah went to help her up. She said pitifully, “I don’t know my way around heels, Noah. Please walk slower.” Noah was upset. “Why did you wear them in the first place?” Nevertheless, he turned back to help her to her feet and took her to the stairway. Noah looked stern. “What’s going on?”

I called, again. I turned on my heels, almost toppling over my feet. I groaned and looked down at my feet. Her pair of gold heels was staring right back at me. A smile spread across my face and I picked it up, sniffing it, desperately to catch a whiff of her hypnotic scent.

To all of it. Ash nodded, seeing that answer move through her face. “You said no,” they whispered. “And something old… listened. He’s hungry. He smells breakage. He thinks you’re how He gets through.” Baylee’s stomach twisted. “Through the scar.” Ash swallowed. “Through you.” Heather took one fast, shaking step forward, blade up. “Over her dead body.” Ash’s hollow-lit eyes flicked to Heather, then back to Baylee. “Over both,” they whispered.

"Try these on,Let' see." A pair of beautiful four inches heels dangled before in front of my face.I took them and slipped my feet into them.My toes peeked out at the bottom of them and then I understood why they were called Peep-toe-pumps.Kerry assisted in strapping them for me and then told me to walk around.I pushed myself up the couch and wobbled for some moment because I was unacustomed to heels.She gave me a surprised sudden look but I ignored.The chunky heels clacked loudly on the floor and I feel shy and a little embarrassed.I couldn't even remember the last time I wore heels. "Have you ever walked on a heel before"she snapped at me as I almost broke my ankle while turning.

I give up. Soon, the most awaited moment commenced. It was the time for the show stopper to show up and flaunt the epochal piece of her squad. All the eyes were set on the middle of the ramp where the light was focused. The first glimpse was of a seven-inch high heel. Yes… seven inches! That’s quite a painful thing in a model’s life. Once they get on their heels they ought to tip-tap them in the right way so that they don't look like they are in pain. Instead, they need to show it like they are wearing sneakers.

“Is that so?” “MmHmm” I bite her lip as I bring my mouth to hers. There is no need to lean down since her heels are so high that she can meet my gaze perfectly. Her platform heels are so high they are almost pleasers, the heels that pole dancers wear. How she walked up and down these stairs without twisting her ankle or falling on her face is a mystery.

Cassian looked at her with a frown, concern etched across his face. "With an injured foot, you are wearing heels?" Cassian asked, his voice filled with worry. "Don't worry, I'll be fine. Without heels, the dress won't look good," Hailey exclaimed, giving him a reassuring smile. Cassian was reluctant, his protective instincts kicking in. He shook his head, muttering under his breath about never understanding women when it comes to shoes. Despite his concerns, he couldn't help but admire how stunning she looked, the heels adding the perfect finishing touch to her ensemble.