Jewel Staite Feet Novels & Stories

Her shoes were a pair of black Roger Vivier Bouquet Flower Babies stilettos, adorned with a circle of white diamond flowers, which enhanced her elegant and noble air. On her ring finger was the blue diamond ring that matched her dress perfectly. The moment they appeared, they drew everyone's attention with ease. As they climbed the steps, Gregory gently supported her lower back and leaned in close to whisper in her ear, "Smile." "I know. You don't need to remind me," Anathea replied, the corners of her lips lifting into a faint curve.

They glanced at her and one of them even smirk at her. Jewel continued walking forward, body trembling and her chest was tightening. She also felt worse and her bile rising at the degree of malicious stares she received from others. She restrained herself. No. She had to find a place where no one was. Her body couldn’t stand their stares any longer. "That heiress, Jewel, is not a virgin anymore, girl." "Oh, Simoen Saavedra will be mad when he finds out." "The good thing is Saavedra's in the city and not right here else we'll enjoy a good show."

It was made out of gold velvet and was deep plunging and very form fitting. It tighter than her mother would have allowed. She wore no jewels except for her matching gold tiara, and her feet were bare. She figured it was to keep her from escaping. He was clever, she gave him that. Alexi had helped her get ready as fast as she could the second morning, but it was no use.

He threw the question to her all of a sudden. "Wh-what?" She couldn't help but stutter, realising he could possibly be shopping for her. Jayden sighed, unimpressed with her hesitation and squatted in front of her. She blinked repeatedly and watched him replace the flat shoe she was wearing on her left foot with a glittering stiletto. "This would do." She heard him mutter from below, impressed with how perfectly the shoe fitted. He rose, overtaking her back in heights and resumed business. He began to shop for several female footwears, using the size of the stiletto as a guide.

Zoey quickly went to bring the red jumpsuit along side a weitzman black heels which was, the best shoe in her boutique. "Here, try this one bestie." Zoey proposed with a wide, toothless smile. "An actress wore this on a film festival, recently. Isn't it amazing?" Sapphire was happy at everything but Jade wire a stern frown. "No way!" "The cut is excellent and at least, my friend needs to look elegant and sexy--" "Stop going on and on about being sexy!"Jade fired at her as if she was one of his employees. "Fire's my woman. She doesn't need to look sexy, okay?!"

"Hmph. Useless, lazy, and still no baby after all these years. But taking million-dollar gifts? That you're good at," my mother-in-law, Victoria Grant, said this with her lips puckered as if she'd caught a foul smell. Lucas Reed—my husband—had just slid a five-carat diamond ring onto my finger when she cut in. A strange chill ran through me. My hand, whole and unbroken, rested in front of me as if nothing had ever happened.

another of them said I frowned at the mention of that old man's name Benjamin placed jewelries all over me. "Your eyes look beautiful." Benjamin complimented and I stared at my sky blue eyeballs. It was indeed beautiful. "It's time to go" he said as he tossed a black heeled shoe towards me. Now this is a problem.I don't know how to walk with these.I could walk with some high ones because we had such lessons at the orphanage but not these stilettos. "I cannot walk with these, Benjamin." I instantly said and the ladies went quiet all of a sudden.

The sound of footsteps descended the stone staircase, the arrogant click-clack of high heels. The iron door creaked open, and a blinding sliver of light pierced the darkness. Stella stood there, dressed in an exquisite white suit, a massive diamond bracelet on her wrist and a ruby necklace at her throat. She had been well cared for, her baby bump more prominent than mine, as if she were showing off a trophy. "Well, look at you," she said, pinching her nose. "Right where you belong. It smells like rot down here."

Every time I moved, my leg stuck out. “Try this.” Justina came over with something in her hands. Expanding it like a rubber band, I put my foot through it. She pulled it up to my upper thigh and let go. The white lace band had matching diamonds and opals dangling in hoops. It really was the perfect touch to it all. The last piece she came over with was a small tiara. Vines and leaves were sticking out of every direction with little diamonds on it. It was all very delicate jewelry that wasn’t overpowering. “I hope you were going for the goddess look because you captured it perfectly!” The sales lady said.

Jewel quickly used the interview she had the next day as an excuse to leave. Evans was a nice man, but the main reason she couldn't bring herself to kiss him was because she was yet to let go of the memory of the last man whose lips she had tasted. … The next morning. Looking at her reflection in the floor length mirror in her bedroom seemed like a herculean task for Jewel. The 5 foot 3 woman staring back at her seemed to be laughing at her, taunting her with words which dampened her self confidence. She was wearing a knee length skirt and blue shirt, which she tucked in. She wore her 3 inch stilettos, she wanted to give off a professional look, but it seemed her body wasn't cooperating.