High Heels With Leaves Novels & Stories

As long as I know Cassie could have her big day safely, I would do whatever it takes to make it perfect for her. "What's this?" I asked Leo about the box he brought with him before. He took it from the coffee table and started opening it in front of me. "Remember how you requested Nicola to custom-make wedding heels for Cassandra before?" Leo said and showed me what was inside the box. It was a pair of white heels adorned with tiny sparkling diamonds all around. The heels looked somewhat magical and very stunning in my eyes. I couldn't deny that I loved them almost instantly at first sight.

This was the highest level of wealth she had ever witnessed. Then, the door to the Tesla opened fully, revealing a delicate, silver-glass stiletto. Eight-inch heels. Breathtakingly extravagant. The woman wearing them had legs so smooth they looked sculpted by the gods. And then, slowly, she stepped out in all her ethereal glory.

“This one.” Lily smiled, already making notes. “Shoes?” I walked toward the display table. Heels used to be an easy decision. Now, they felt like a negotiation between vanity and survival. “I need height,” I said, “but I also need to make it through three hours without wanting to cry.” She pulled out a pair of silver heels that were strappy, elegant, but with a thicker heel for support. I slipped one on and stood up. It was comfortable. “Approved,” I said.

Ren dusted them off first and walked in front of me, raising the things that he took. I gasped and stared at it in horror. High heels. Emphasis on the high. There's a reason why it was one letter away from spelling Hell. "I think this would help you to walk properly." Ren said and bent down in front of him as if he would put it on. "You're kidding me!" I screamed and removed my foot from his reach. Sure, the shoes are shiny and pretty but it's too high! I think it's at least 4 inches tall. I can't even walk with a good posture and they expect me to wear them?

I should have requested it when the seamstress came here, and the slit on the side reached my thigh, showing my leg. I groaned but couldn't do anything about it. There's no more time to change this gown. We are leaving in thirty minutes. "Wear your shoes." One of the women said, holding the high heels shoes she took from the box. It was glittering black with one red stripe on the side. "Another groan left my lips. I think it's four inches high. I'm sure my feet will swell before the night ends.

“To hold your hair back when I’m fucking you bent over my table later today. Let your hair down, but pin it out of the way. Come to me soon, my baby.” My core clenches and my cheeks redden at Mason’s dirty words. How can he manage to make innocent hair pins look so incredibly dirty? Next is a box of shoes. I pull it open to reveal the most intricately designed navy blue pumps. Woven flowers dotted with blinking diamonds decorate the back of each shoe, just above the heels. Something tells me those are real diamonds. Another note, “See those heels?” I pause to look at the straight, pointy heels. Walking in them might hurt a little bit.

He pulled me up onto my feet and I discovered that there were slippery dry leaves beneath my feet on the ground. “Watch your step,” he warned softly. “Thanks, I will…” I replied. After taking a few steps forward, I had to wince in pain. I had completely underestimated the challenge of walking in a brand-new pair of high heels. Not wanting to alert the prince, I decided to bear with it and soon I got somewhat used to the pain. I prayed that we didn’t need to walk far. “Give me your hand,” the prince instructed needlessly. His hand took mine into his almost immediately and soon our fingers were laced together. The gesture felt so intimate that it made me blush. We continued walking but I reali

Why would a man who was a stranger to me care, especially since it was an alliance marriage and nothing more? Still, there was more. The next package contained a pair of heels that matched the lavender of the dress perfectly. The color contrasted perfectly to the dark purple sole. They were taller than I usually wore to events, but not at an uncomfortable height. I slipped my foot into the bed, and it molded to my foot like it was made for me only.

Before I reach the doors, something catches my eye. A pair of cream-colored heels. Abandoned beside the rose bushes, one tipped onto its side, the other almost hidden beneath the flowers. For a long moment, I simply look at them, then a slow breath escapes through my nose. This girl. She breaks into the most secure office in the territory... And leaves evidence pointing straight to it. I crouch and retrieve them, brushing a stray white petal from the leather with my thumb before tucking both heels beneath my arm. They're still slightly warm.

Not like ordinary human blood in general. "Cinderella, apparently this time you didn't just leave one of your shoes," David muttered as he picked up a pair of black high heels and took them with him.