Lucifer Shoes Novels & Stories

Broken. “You look like you were made for me,” Lucien whispered behind her, his breath hot against her ear. His hands settled on her hips, pulling her back against his chest. “Say it.” Elena met his eyes in the mirror, voice cold. “I look like your prisoner.” Lucien chuckled darkly, pressing a kiss to the side of her neck. “Good enough for now.” They moved to the next store. Shoes. Rows upon rows of designer heels, boots, and sandals.

the steel edge of Lucas' voice jolted me from my frantic search of the glass shoes. I spun around to the direction of the voice –designer suit, a black tie, almond eyes and a limited edition Vesper Martini shoes, Lucas' demeanor was two things; icy and irresistible, his appearance was so clean that I almost made a mental image of eating him out at that point. Almost. He covered the distance between us. The exotic smell of oud and leather filled my nose. I could spend my entire life breathing him in. "I got you this," he handed me a plastic shopping bag.

The sword felt cold, even through the minion’s thick, clawed hands. Its blade shimmered with a subtle red hue mirroring Lucifer’s intent. The dark aura surrounding it whispered death. One of Lucian's trusted minions stared into its cruel shimmer, something unexpected flickered in his eyes, a memory.

I whispered, holding up a tiny, hand-knitted sweater with a small fox on the front. Lucian stopped. He picked up a pair of miniature leather work boots—perfect replicas of the ones he was wearing. He held them in his palm, his hands so large the boots looked like toys. His jaw tightened, and I saw a flash of raw emotion in his eyes. "He won't have to fight for his life every day," Lucian said, his voice thick. "I’ll make sure of it." "I know you will," I said, leaning my head against his shoulder.

“I like this one.” His fingers traced the soft fabric, then he grabbed my ass with a hungry look. “Try something else. This will be for my eyes only.” Before I could respond, the attendant returned, breaking the moment. “We’ll take it,” Lucien said, without looking away from me. My cheeks flamed. We ended up buying all of them, and some shoes. Lucien ignored me when I protested that I didn’t need them. He said he liked them, and that was all that mattered.

“Is that Luciano Salvatore?” “Yes, I saw him on the news.” “Wow he is so handsome.” “So dreamy.” I turned to Ella. She glared in their direction, which made them look away instantly. I smirked, and returned my gaze to the kids. The attendant pulled several options, black, white, navy. Lovie picked up a pair with a small bow on the side. “This one.” She announced. “Those are not school shoes.” Luca muttered without looking at her. “Yes they are.” She answered.

A half-naked dancer slid around a chrome pole like she was born wrapped in metal, while the crowd hooted like animals in heat. Blood-red chandeliers swayed above leather couches. Crystal glasses sparkled with things that burned worse than fire. And at the far end—like a throne carved in shadow—sat Luciano. Goddamn Lucifer in a tailored suit. Black shirt, no tie. A glinting silver ring shaped like a lion’s head wrapped around his middle finger. His eyes scanned the club like a king bored with his kingdom. Next to him, half-drunk and draped in arrogance, was Marco, his right hand, who looked like he’d enjoy peeling a man’s skin just to hear the scream.

"Now let's talk about shoes and clutch to match." "I have the perfect shoe." Reese muttered. "Which one of your shoes?" Lucy asked. "Bring them out and let's see." Reese sauntered to the shoe rack and picked up a pair of nude metallic diamond-cut silhouette heels. "This." She said as she turned to look at Lucy and lifted the shoes up for her to see. Lucy struck her palms together and beamed. "Perfect." "Now that my outfit is sorted out, I need to call Zayn." She said as she trudged to the bed where her phone was and picked it up, hoping she wouldn’t be disappointed after putting the call through.

Oh… he looked so handsome and like a grown man now. I walked towards him, my Louboutin heels clicking faintly against the tiled floor. “Lilith,” Lucien called, his eyes wide with profound happiness. He brushed me into an embrace, his aura, scent, and masculine cologne filling my nostrils completely. “You look so… ravishingly beautiful.” Of course, I knew. I was wearing a custom-made blue silk dress with a plunging neckline and a long slit that ran up my thigh, clinging to my body like a second skin.

Looking at what was inside my eyes shone with amazement. They were the exclusive Louis Vuitton limited edition stilettos in black! At once I took off my strappy stilettos to replace them by the one's Luca had gifted me right now. I wasn't embarrassed or shy at all. I liked the gift and at this point I might as well enjoy it before I think of a solution. Why not bask in the sunlight till it shines on you? Standing up in them I admired their beauty. They were such cuties! I fell in love with them immediately.