Jewel Staite Feet Novels & Stories

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.

I'm sure everything will be wonderful anyway, and I don't want to mope after so much work has been put into the event. Gail arrives back with ten minutes left and she hands me a pair of black heels. There's a thin strap at the top that wraps around my ankle, and as I secure the tiny buckles, I find that it looks delicate. "Thank you, they're perfect," I say, looking up at her. "Where did you get them?" "They were James' mothers." I stop. "Really?" "Yes. I saw them in storage a few weeks ago and thought they were beautiful. It's just a coincidence that you're the same size."

It was a beautiful red dress that was my size as well. Underneath there was a letter; Happy birthday. Wear these tomorrow to your birthday party with no signature or anything on it. I placed it back in the box and opened the jewellery box to see a beautiful diamond bracelet. "what the fuck," I mumbled to myself inside the box was a diamond tester, I laughed to myself What crazy person is sending me real diamonds? I tested the diamonds and they were in fact real. what the fuck?

Star and Jewel weren't in sight, so I headed— “Good evening, you are back early.” Jewel suddenly came out from the parlour. “Yes, I—” The words froze in my throat when I saw what she was putting on. She was putting on too-short, shorts, with a crop top that exposed her navel. Her white, creamy thighs and beautiful legs were in disbelief. Though she is short, her legs are cute. And with the shorts, they looked pretty. I swallowed. Fuck. What's she trying to do?

Jewel strolled into the room and his heart melted. She looked adorable in her choice of outfits. When his perusal ended at her feet, where her toes peeked out from the bottom hem of her pants, his smile deepened. Shaking his head slightly at the alluring package she presented, he decided this was his chance to speak with her alone while Stephon took a shower. She walked over almost shyly and he put his arms out. "I'm such a baby," she said as she snuggled in close.

I can’t help but grin at the way he’s acting. “Yes. But these boobs belong to me...they’re for my eyes only. I don’t need Julius eye f*****g you...I’m not sure I have the restraint for that...and I’d hate to feel your wrath for killing your contact.” He smirked as he said the last part, telling me that he would enjoy killing Julius and feeling my wrath, the kinky bastard. “Ready?” “Oh, hang on.” I turn quickly and walk over to my jewelry box, retrieving one of the two red bags it held.

Just when I think my hairstyle will be ridiculous, she pats down my hair, in sections, before sleeking them back with her lacquered hands into a very voluminous bun. She finishes off her handiwork with an enormous diamond swan hairpiece, which she jabs into my hair underneath the bun on the side. She sticks two long white feathers behind the swan and pins their stems into my hair with the same weapon-like pins she used this morning. It does look pretty. Jewel asks me to sit on the bed, and I stand and go over to her and sit on the bed. She slips olive-green, satin ball shoes onto my feet and then stands up and wonders what I think.

After my company was bankrupted, my enemies broke both my legs. With nowhere else to turn, I had to swallow the pride I had spent my whole life holding on to and selling snacks by the busy street, just trying to survive. That day, I set up my stall like usual. Through the noise and laughter on the street, I saw Anna Henderson. She was wearing an elegant trench coat and the diamond necklace at her throat glittered. Beside her stood Marvin Abbott, her first love.

I don’t like wearing jewelry, but I’m wearing a diamond collar around my neck that falls down between my breasts. I’m standing in eight inch clear stilettos that could kill a man. I knew as soon as I tried them on that they were coming home with me. Shoes in my profession were the most important part of the ensemble. They couldn’t be too tight or they would hurt and they couldn’t be too loose or they’d fall off. I could walk in these confidently and not worry about twisting an ankle. I had a feeling they would soon become my favorite shoes since they could go with everything.

Larry got up and after wearing his boxer and trousers he hurriedly follow her. Jewel felt a splitting headache; she endured the sharp pain in between her legs and get up. She picked up her dress and with so much effort she put on her dress. She wants to get out of here as soon as possible. She can't believe she suddenly became the third party.