Ivy Aura Feet Novels & Stories

I muttered under my breath. Ivy laid back, resting her legs on my thighs. “What hasn’t she done?” I began massaging her feet, my fingers working gentle circles into her skin. “Flower, you don’t have to keep working with her,” I said softly. “She’s just trying to get under your skin. You can’t let her win.”

She didn't want to think about it anymore. "Yes, you're right." He agreed. Xylia wriggled her feet. "This is so great! Thank you so much, Kayden." She was all smiles. "I can't believe this is possible and I can't begin to imagine how much power was put into healing my feet." She kept wriggling her feet. "Well, we should just be glad it didn't go bad." The lycan prince examined her feet too, priding himself for a job well done.

My jaw literally dropped because I knew that would have cost him a couple thousand of dollars, but money wasn’t a problem. “I didn’t know Zion was into red now. It is breathtakingly beautiful,” I smiled. “Wow, this is the fairytale dream heels.” Ava gasped as she opened the box. The glittering butterfly heels with straps stood out. Slumping into the chair in front of the mirror, I murmured, “I know right? Tell the beauty team to come inside, please. I know we have less than an hour to make an appearance.” “Okay, ma’am. I will keep you updated. However, do you think this arena would be enough?”

And now he’s testing it himself before unleashing it on the market. The AI’s name is Aivra. And lucky me, I’ve been promoted (if you can call it that) from team lunch picker to robot babysitter. Aivra looks like something straight out of a movie. A titanium torso disguised under tailored blazers, sleek slacks hugging metallic legs, manicured silicone fingers tapping at keyboards. If you squint, she passes as a young corporate woman, also the auburn bob wig helps but stare too long, and it’s uncanny. Her glassy green eyes never quite blink right.

I remind her, and I can tell even without looking at her that she is rolling her eyes at me right now. "If I wear shoes at home, my home will be dirty, so no, I rather walk barefoot," she says and it grants her a deep breath from my side as I adjust myself on my chair leaning back. "You could wear flip-flops or something, inside shoes," I say, and she stays quiet. I can hear a beep coming from my phone, and when I look at the screen, Layla is requesting a video call. I press the button to connect, and when it does, I stop breathing. I think my brain shut down and is not functional anymore.

Ava walked over to the end of the bed and looks at me and then frowns as she then says, “Yasmine, do you mind if I have a look and a feel of your belly?” “No, of course not. Ava, is it meant to hurt this much?” Ava doesn’t answer me as she moves closer and before I even realise what’s happening, she has removed my jeans and spread my legs so that she can reach between my legs and insert 2 of her fingers. I wince as she moves those fingers around and then places her hand on my belly, applying a little pressure here and there.

“I'm sorry but I do not think the Alpha will approve of that. Although, I'll be here to listen to you and do whatever you need me to, anytime.” Retrieving my hand, I raise a brow in confusion, wondering why she sounds robotic but I don't dwell on it too much as I go back to marveling at the ethereal beauty of the room. Placing my bag gently on the bed, I take off my shoes and just before I can walk around the room barefooted, Aria gasps. “What's wrong?” I ask in surprise, turning back to look at her. “Please do not walk around the house barefooted, Miss Vaelora. You risk getting in contact with germs.”

Even if she didn’t always understand mine. An Hour Later, Getting Ready for The Club, We both started getting dressed. Ivy was humming while zipping up a red vinyl skirt. I went for black lace and thigh-high boots. Simple, stunning, deadly. “So,” Ivy said, applying mascara, “you know what I’m buying with last night’s tip money?” “What?” “Lunaris Lineage heels. The new obsidian pair with the moon-charm ankle straps.” I grinned before I could stop myself. “You and those designs.”

Seeing the tags with the initials CV scattered under the car seat, Lea was sure that the person who helped her was Jayden. The initials CV are a signature Christina Vays shoe and are printed on each sole. She didn't understand how Jayden knew she needed help and how he knew her foot size. Lea was also sure that the man would not answer anything if she asked. Lea felt touched, because despite Jayden's unpredictable and sometimes arrogant and cold demeanor, he was soft-hearted and caring. "Jayden," Softly called. She held out the tag and Jayden looked surprised. Lea smiled. "Those beautiful shoes, you sent them for me, right?"

She muttered to herself while looking through the displays, “The long sleeves will help keep you warm and compensate for the open back since humans get cold so easily. A closed-toe shoe would be best, low heel since you’ll be wearing them for at least fourteen hours, not white, not nude, onyx, maybe charcoal?” I watched as Ava selected three pairs of shoes for me to try. I was quickly learning that while Ava was kind enough, she also insisted on dressing me to her standards. I sat in one of the armchairs with the shoes laid out in front of me. “Start with the darker heel.” I picked up the chunky cross-strap heels and slid them on my feet. Ava motioned for me to stand. She asked, “How do they