Ivy Aura Feet Novels & Stories

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?”

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.

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

"I even think he did it because you're with us. What if you weren't? Would he still do it?" "What?" Ava asked, surprised. She kicked off her high heels and felt relieved to be barefoot on the dark hardwood floor of the room. "Don't make a mountain out of a molehill." Ava walked to the kitchen to get a bottle of water but noticed the exorbitant price.

"Upstairs. Come in, I'll go get her." Keegan stepped aside to let her in. Jaylene lifted her skirt gracefully and walked in. Keegan handed her a pair of disposable shoe covers, "Aunt just mopped the floor. Please wear these." Jaylene glanced at her high heels, then at the shoe cabinet with its pairs of matching slippers, frowning slightly. Pretending not to notice, she asked softly, "Keegan, these shoe covers aren't convenient with my heels. Can I wear slippers instead?" Keegan replied, "It's better not to. She has an athlete's foot."

Sharp Ivy burst through the door, teetering on ten-centimeter heels, her eyes red and puffy like she’d been crying for hours—yet her makeup was flawlessly applied. She threw herself into Ava’s arms the second she stepped inside, her voice thick with sobs. “Ava… I heard your mom woke up. I’m so, so happy for you…” “I went to see her yesterday, and she even praised me for being such a thoughtful girl…” Ava didn’t push her away. She even raised her arms and hugged her back, briefly. Her voice was soft, warm—just like it used to be on all those nights they’d stayed up talking until dawn. “Sit down. Let’s talk properly.”