Head Over Heels Novels & Stories

THE GRIND {Playlist Suggestion: "Work Song" by Hozier / "Gasoline" by Halsey} ~CHELSEA POV~ My feet were bleeding. Okay, maybe not actually bleeding, but it definitely felt like my toes had been put through a meat grinder. I had been in these stupid, mandatory black heels for eight hours straight, walking the concrete floors of The Mirage, dodging grabby hands, checking empty glasses, and fake-smiling until the muscles in my face twitched.

That, was just the beginning of something tragic. Apparently, according to my sweet boyfriend dear, I'm irresponsible, lazy, blah blah blah. So, as an act of irresponsibility that morning, I left the banana peel on the floor. That's crazy right? But what made it even crazier was Gideon slipped on it. How does a normal person slip on a banana peel? I personally found it funny. Gideon the victim found it funny! Even the cockroaches in our dorm found it funny. But Jesse didn't one bit.

Karen Goodwill sighed, wanting to prove her capabilities rather than relying on her romantic relationship with Gordon Williams. Gordon Williams buried his face in Karen Goodwill's shoulder and whispered a few words to her. His hands caressed her velvety skin, tracing delicate patterns as if he were dancing to the melody of a piano. The sensation was akin to being immersed in a symphony of tenderness. A moment later, Gordon Williams's breath grew heavier and warmer. Karen Goodwill suddenly became aware of the strong masculine scent surrounding him. Instinctively, she stepped back as if trying to escape, but he quickly held her back.

They didn’t even bother whether they live or die at all. However, Demrid knelt before such an omega, touching her feet to make her wear the special heels. My heart was thundering in my chest as this stunner of the century compromised my thinking power. In a hurry, I got up, disregarding the fact that the heel was still on. The disaster was bound to happen! As a result, my foot twisted, and I lost my balance. My heart hitched in my throat as I fell backwards. “Mommy!” As I tripped, Hayley screamed to alarm me. But it was too late. I was unable to stabilize my weight swiftly. The only thing left was to brace myself for the impact!

He pursed his lips, and without a word, he directly lifted her horizontally. The high heels came loose and fell to the ground. "Hey... my shoes. My shoes fell!" Gale called out. "Forget it." "What?" Shawn said, "From now on, you're not allowed to wear heels over six centimeters. I'll replace all the high heels in our house." "You're so wasteful..." He retorted, "Do you want to fall again?" "I definitely don't want to. I'm not that stupid to fall while walking. Tonight, it's because... because... I feel a bit unwell," Gale grumbled.

Jeannette said, slipping on her shoes. “Actually the coronation is happening in the tent. I mean it’s not really a tent, the darn thing is air conditioned, it has a sort of roof but there is grass on the floor,” Brad said. Great, heels in the grass. I had to wonder if I could go barefoot, who would notice? I slipped on my heels and immediately hated them. My feet always felt crushed and for what? *Those heels could make for a good weapon,* Mila said, perking up.

His eyelashes were flickering, and tears crept out of the corners of his eyes. "I feel like I'm in a dream. Everything's just so wonderful. I'm so glad to have you by my side." He ran barefoot across the sand with his arms wide open. As the wind blew, he called out, "Jeanette!" He turned around to look at me. "I'm here."

Cathleen's heels clicked on the polished concrete, a staccato rhythm lost amidst the moans and sharp slaps echoing through the dimly lit hall. Velvet ropes created islands of debauchery in a sea of eager observers. Her gaze flitted around, trying to anchor herself in this new reality.

Keeva’s POV The red bottom heels feel ridiculous on my feet. I have never worn heels before and I would never wear ones these high. I feel like I’m walking on stilts. ‘Fuck!’ I stumble and twist my ankle. Jonas outright laughs and Alpha Channon tires his best to suppress his laughter, in an attempt not to make me feel even more embarrassed. ‘Maybe a training heel would be better?’ The stick thin, snooty personal shopper asks whilst rolling her eyes. He looks lustily at Channon and Jonas with no effort whatsoever to hide her want for them. ‘How about a nice kitten heel, elegant and you won’t break your neck if you fall off them.’ A nice young man with come into the room with a flamboyant entr

I roam around in the bedroom, looking for my heels. It was the first time I was wearing heels..and was a little nervous..I never wore heels due to my clumsiness. Once I wore my mom's heels and fell from the stairs. I got two stitches on my head and after that I joined my hands with hell. So no to the hells but today, for the special occasion, I am all set to take a risk. I wanted to look confident and elegant..The way he wanted..The women who can stand by his side..