Head Over Heels Novels & Stories

"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.

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.

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

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.

My one heel has completely popped off rendering it unusable. I huff and push the fallen curls off my face. My entire body shakes with rage as I get up to my feet. I take off my heels and chuck them into the weeds. The red bottoms get hit with the light and glare at me. I throw them the finger. Then I throw the moon a finger then I throw the Gods one. Fuck all of these people.

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!

It fell just above my knees, the hem flying with every slight movement. I looked into the mirror, and I was a sexy CEO-power and sophistication oozed from my outfit. I slipped on my red heels; the clicking of the shoes on the floor echoed through the room, and another surge of confidence hit me. The heels gave me a few inches, and I felt taller, more imposing. I brushed my hair-smooth, deliberate strokes, the bristles sliding through my locks with ease. I heard Adrian's voice, low and husky, stirring awake, though indistinguishable now, unmistakable in tone.

"Why are you panicking? Once it drops below 1000, it'll detonate right on top of her. Studying is basically a death wish." My blood ran cold. But my sister looked thrilled. "If she gets blown up, she deserves it. Who told her to start studying and mess with my head?" Staring at the falling number, my mind raced. I had to find a way to fool this thing, and fast. I spent the next hour trying everything. No matter what I did, the moment I engaged with any study material, the score kept dropping. When it hit 1000, it flashed a violent, warning red.

A pretty long one that worried me, because God knew I would not last long standing on these heels. The bass of the music thumped through the walls loud enough to vibrate in my stomach. And the moment the doors actually opened, the full force of it hit me. Heat, the smell of perfume and alcohol and something I could not possibly sniff out with a human nose. I had made a grave mistake. I remembered now. This was why I didn't do this. “Hey I’m just gonna…. heskowjkwrsteyul.” I could not even hear myself above the music. It went through my shoes, my bones, settling somewhere behind my eyes in a way that immediately started building a headache.