Ivy Aura Feet Novels & Stories

Ferdinand chipped in and Hailey nodded. “That too,” she smiled. As they went on admiring the creatures, Hailey bumped her feet against a flower vase which she hadn’t seen since she was distracted. Ferdinand showed concern for a few seconds and got distracted by a call. Hailey felt her toe hurt a lot. The amount of force she had used to barge her toe couldn’t be emphasized on. “You should sit for a while, let me get you an ice pack or cold water,” Ryan instructed her as he rushed to look for what could help. She thanked him. He arrived back a few minutes later with an ice pack and began to massage her feet.

"A sister. An elder sister... You can think of me as a friend and an elder sister. I'm twenty five so, you can just accept it already." This time, Ava's face lit up in several degrees. She loved that. A friend. A sister. An elder sister. Nodding, she took one of the heels in het hands and felt the sleek leather, then turned it over to look at the red bottoms. She read what was engraved. "Louboutin." "You've heard of them?" She shook her head. It was true. She was dumb about anything fashion and high class. Though Taylor had gifted her the shoes, she worried it must have cost a fortune and would sit somewhere in her clothes box for the longest time.

He just said he needed to get to his car and get something. "Don’t you think the doctor is taking so much time? I really want to get to the walkway." I said this to Avira. I snapped at my swollen feet and sighed. The pack doctor advised me to take a routine stroll, but I can’t. I stood up, lifting and stretching each leg simultaneously. "Why is that? Why did you stop?" Avira questioned I went closer to the door and peeked through the spyhole to be sure of the voices I heard. "Were you able to see anyone?" "Shut up, Avira!" I snarled at Avira in my head.

I woke up to someone rubbing my feet, the pads of their fingers pushing against the calluses on my heels. It was heavenly since they were swollen from my jog this morning. I hadn’t exercised in weeks and took today as an opportunity to get some fresh air. Ivan had grumbled at me when I told him I plan after leaving the attic with Celia, but he eventually relented and we both changed for a quick run.

ALAYNA’s POV The second the banquet ends, I yank my heels off. “Finally,” I breathe, wiggling my sore toes in the cool grass. Those heels were instruments of torture. Ezra chuckles beside me, reaching for his jacket and draping it over my shoulders. “I’ve come to realize how much you love going around barefoot.” “That’s because those fancy heels hurt,” I mutter, grateful for the warmth of his jacket. “You try stuffing your feet into those medieval foot prisons and smiling through it.”

AZURA. I had looked in the mirror ten times before convincing myself that the shorts and sports bra were totally ok to go out in. I put on Kiara’s strappy black heels, not wanting to rummage in the bag that had been retrieved from my apartment, in case Kia got disturbed. Damn, I loved this woman’s heel collection… Last year I had liked a pair of snakeskin knee-high boots of hers, and she had told me I could keep them. Selfless as always.

“Are we ready to scandalize Vegas?” “It’s not Vegas,” Ava said, smiling. “It’s classier than that. I been assured.” “By who?” Abigail asked. “Theo?” Everyone laughed. Ruth pulled a pair of gold heels from the suitcase and held them up to the light. “You wearing these?” “Absolutely,” Ava said. “I plan to put at least three years of joy on these soles this weekend.” Abigail perched on a stool. “How you do it, Miss Ava? After everything. Four husbands. Four exits. You still pack like life’s a party.”

Soon enough, Ayva appeared from the hallway, and my eyes were immediately drawn to her presence. Ayva's long, brown hair was damp, water droplets falling onto the white t-shirt she was wearing. The sweatpants seemed to fit her perfectly, despite having to roll up the waistband a few times. I couldn't help but be captivated by her vulnerable and innocent appearance. She looked more beautiful than ever, even in my simple T-shirt and sweatpants. It made me realize that she could make any outfit alluring. I mentally noted to let her wear more of my clothes in the future.

There was no way I’d be able to walk in them. Veronica cringed slightly when she saw my feet, which made me blush. They were not ready for human eyes to see. I was in desperate need of a nail trim and I had calluses on the sides of my big toes. “Let me get you some pantyhose,” she said, running off again.

This was their week;y routine. They spent time in Zacusi eating ice cream or having mango shakes; they both avoided drinking because of Aahana after that, they gave each other a nice massage before going to sleep all relaxed in each other’s arms with their baby girl. “Why did you wear that heels? Look at the stress in your feet,” Yash pointed as he massaged her feet. Shayra moaned as the tension in her legs released. “I needed to look as tall as you,” She said as he massaged her back and shoulders.