Jewel Staite Feet Novels & Stories

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.

The head and hair movement was swift as bright smiles entered the island women's pretty faces. Jewel has a full, delicious figure and a tight waistline. She moved to the front, and her shredded stomach rolled like a belly dancer while winking into the audience. Minsoo exclaimed in excitement. "Did you see that Tevin? She just winked at me!" Tevin was too busy glued on the ladies while moving his hips. "Yeah, Yeah! Sure she winked at you, Minsoo!"

Jewel smirked in return, loving how her mum had handled it. Pearl was an eighteen years old final year student of Elites Academy. She was one of the most loved student in her set and the Female Sport Prefect because of her athletic prowess and what not. Jewel was a sixteen years old girl which a very great imagination and an adventurous behavior. Unlike her sister, she wasn't into much athletics but was very good at high jump. She also had a very sharp tongue.

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.