Head Over Heels Novels & Stories

Shivers ran up to my brain and down my back. “Heidi…oh, dammit!” I said, my voice hoarse. She had paused the movement of her head to swirl her tongue around the length and breath of the upper half of my cock. I gritted my teeth as shockwaves of pleasure coursed through me. Her teeth joined her tongue and I inhaled sharply as she raked them over the head of my cock. Afraid that I might crush her head, I moved my hands to the headboard instead and gripped it furiously. Heidi was in full control as she used an overwhelming combination of her lips, tongue, and teeth on me. By the time she enclosed her mouth around my dick again, I couldn’t hold back anymore.

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.

Elena let out a sharp scream and dove under the blanket before bursting into tears. Everyone around us froze, stunned by what I had just done. "Are you out of your mind, Jasmine?" Miles snapped out of his shock and snatched the cameraman's camera with a hardened expression. "We're in public, and someone's filming here. How could you lift a young woman's skirt? You're unbelievable!" I shook the wedding shoe in my hand. "She tied the shoe to her waist and asked you guys to grab it. Wasn't she asking for someone to reach under? You couldn't do it, so I helped you. What's wrong with that?"

But fate, cruel as ever, decided to play its part— I shouldn't have worn heels. The thin stiletto heel snagged at the top of the stairs. The world spun violently. Gravity became a merciless hand, yanking me down the steps with brutal force. Then—blackness swallowed everything.

Honey chose the one on the right, praying with all her heart it would somehow lead to Nichole’s room. The moment her foot touched the first step, the entire room fell silent. “Nichole, darling...” Liam called out. Honey turned slowly, forcing a smile. “Yes, Daddy?” “That’s not the way to your room.” Oh God. Her stomach dropped. Shit. It’s my first day and I’m already messing everything up. “Oh! Right. Not that way.” Honey laughed nervously and lightly slapped her forehead. “It’s the concussion. It’s really messing with my memory.”

Alice’s back was pressed against a cold marble gravestone, her chest rose and fell to the hammering rhythm of her heart. She was heaving mad. This was the main reason she hated wearing heels, those shits were unreliable in a fight, it places you at the receiving end of a reaper’s spear and she knew full well what that receiving end felt like. She hissed at the sight of the clipped heel.

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.

First, these heels are killing me, and second this man's grip on my waist. No. It is not painful but firm. Every time he flushes me to his body, I feel the the blood rushing to my cheeks in utter shyness. My heels betrayed me a few times but he handled my body easily, not even letting others know I was about to fall face-first on the damn carpet.

She follows behind me to the door. "No. What is the use of heels anyways?" She stared at me for so long that I thought she was dead on the spot until she spoke up, "Makes you look more classy, and kind of give you the opportunity to look down at people and be like "yo, b!tches, I'm back. " I shook my head. "That sounds nice." I gulp. But the last time I tried heels on, it almost destroyed my ankles and I couldn't feel my legs for days...it was totally paralyzed.