Head Over Heels Novels & Stories

they sing song childishly. Eventually Belle fights her way back to her feet, refusing to give them the satisfaction of a solemn expression. She tries as best as she can to right her way out of the circle, but during the struggle one of the maids shove her way too hard. Her heel catches against the rug, loosing her balance completely. They watch with wide eyes as the back of her head slams loudly against the edge of the dresser. The sound is sickening in the small room. They all go very very still, eyes wide as...

I kicked off my high heels and hurled one directly at his thick skull. It hit with a satisfying thud. No one stopped me. Instead, the crowd leaned in, their cameras clicking like a symphony, documenting every glorious second. Let them.

The same 'first-night' agitation she suffered with all her projects until she knew she had got it right. There was no need to let imagination run away with her, useful though that particular attribute was in her line of work. She drew herself up to her full five feet one and smiled at her assistant, who was a good six inches taller than herself. “We need to mingle, Shelly, admire a few pretty feathers, and give the old sweet talk. I'll see you by the main door when the champagne and strawberries are served at seven, alright? We'll have done our duty by then.”

The jukebox seemed to stop the moment Aimee entered the bar, several heads turned towards the door, and she could hear some poorly covered gasps. Yes, ladies and gents, the wild child has returned, she thought to herself, proudly raising her head and looking at each member, daring to stare at her directly in the eyes.

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?"

she said and I chuckled. "No thank you. I would never do that to my self. Do you know what Achilles tendon is? It is a tendon of your foot. Wearing heels shortens and thickens it and then the pain starts in the ankle joints. Soon it won't stay at ankle joints but start to go up, hip joint and calf muscles and back joints everything will start paining. Keep wearing them and before forty all these things will happen and you will realise what a bad decision it was to choose heels to match up to a man rather than your good personality." I said and her eyes widened. She can't speak and the head designer spoke.

"Boy, you get me so high Buzzin' like a beehive Just a little kiss, but when it hits my lips I'm sippin' on sunshine Boy, you're looking so fly Hotter than July I just want to stay forever and a day Sippin' on sunshine~" I was startled for a moment when a loud music blast from nowhere. I look around to see speakers attached from corners to corners. "Is this always loud like this?" I ask almost haft shouting. Heather answer my question. "Nope! It was a hype song but later it will be tuned down!" She shouted. Yeah. I heard that clear.

5-inch Jimmy Choo heels, triggering her loud screeching. "Oops. What have I stepped on? A pile of shit or something?" Laura said without looking down. She stomped her feet a few more times, triggering more screams from Ava. "I can't believe it. It seems that I just can't get this pile of shit off my heels," Laura said. With a final whimper, Ava almost passed out because of the pain. She was lying on the ground, shivering. Laura looked down and kicked Ava's hand off her heels.

Bold, sophisticated, and ready to take on the charity gala. I slipped my feet into the designer black stiletto heels, feeling the familiar surge of confidence as the shoes transformed my posture. The sleek, pointed toes and delicate ankle straps added a touch of sophistication to my overall look. I stood up, my gaze drifting down to admire the way the heels elongated my legs, creating a stunning line from hip to toe.