High Heels With Leaves Novels & Stories

The maids were called in at once. They brought a new tray of full champagne flutes and, under Leon’s mother’s direction, rearranged the practice path. Pieces of broken glass scattered over the polished floor, glittering under the window light like hundreds of sharp blades. Then they handed me a pair of high heels. The shoes were elegant, narrow, and far too high for training. When I put them on, I could feel at once how unstable they made me. My weight shifted wrong. My calves tensed. And the tray they set in my hands felt too light and too precarious at the same time.

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.

—D Heat stained her cheeks again and she pressed the back of a hand to her skin to cool it. Gosh, he was always making her blush, wasn’t he? She pulled the lid off the box . . . and gasped at the shoes inside. Silver platform peep-toe pumps with a nearly eight -inch heel. They were studded with tiny crystals all over the shoe leather, and glittered like Cinderella’s glass slipper. She picked one up wonderingly. It was enormously tall. She’d be a giant. They were garish and impractical and sky-high.

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.

It looked like a scene from a fairy tale. She looked down on her high-heeled feet then closed her eyes, muttering gibberish to herself and trying so hard to not pass out as she stared onto the grass pathway sprinkled with a variety of white flower petals. She opened her eyes again and turned around, pacing nervously back and forth their huge backyard deck, the heels of her white peep-toe stiletto pumps clacking loudly against the oak floorboards.

“Correct! So let’s move on to Lesson 2. In the next few days, you’ll get used to everything since we’re taking it step by step. I’ll just guide you whenever I see something that needs correction.” She held my arm and pulled me toward a row of boxes on the floor. “What’s that?” “Shoes.” My eyes practically turned into hearts. I loved shoes—especially unique designs. I hated plain ones, and if they had heels, they had to be one inch only, so I wouldn’t struggle walking. Belle opened a box. The heart-shape in my eyes immediately shattered. They were stilettos—with heels tall enough to be used as murder weapons. They must have been five inches high.

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

Above all, they shined beautifully. "Yeah, that is the one," I said to the assistant. As I admired the white sparkling stilettos resting delicately in front of me, I couldn't help but notice how they effortlessly blended elegance with a touch of glamour. The heels were just the right height—not toweringly tall, but not too short either—a perfect balance that promised both grace and comfort.

I stand straight, strike half a power pose, and I will confidence into my liquid stomach. I can do this. “Car’s waiting downstairs Scarlett. Good luck!” I roll my eyes at the mischief in Danis’s tone and make my way out of the room. The guards at the head of the stairs share raised eyebrows when they see me. I nod as a greeting and I walk past them and down the stairs. My heels are simple, not red Louboutins or green Prada. It has a simple strap to hold my toes in place and little to no extra covering. The diamond stem heel gives me a feeling of exclusivity and femininity.