Mermaid Heel Novels & Stories

] The comment area was filled with praises. Many people even directly messaged Charmine, [Please send us the link of the heels!] Charmine, after all, unknowingly promoted this pair of heels… The heels were of a luxury brand, DA’s limited edition. One pair cost 99,999 bucks. As many went ahead to buy these heels, they all also messaged DA, hoping Charmine could become their ambassador. DA’s official page was somehow involved in this. In order to satisfy their fans, they had to send Charmine an invitation.

Nevertheless, I did as they told and brought down all my five boxes of heels, and they are already waiting in the living area so I placed down the boxes beside the couch. Then the two ladies started opening them and I sighed when they showed a very pointed and tall high heels to Finary. “Nope, not yet. Give us that simplest single strap nude colored first.” Finary said. “The block heels or the pointed heels?” the lady asked. “The pointed one so she can learn it now, is she figures how to walk on a pointed heel she will be fine with block heels.” Finary uttered as the lady handed her the 5 inches high heels with a single strap that goes across the toes and an ankle strap.

Angelo tried to bargain. “Yes,” the calm maid said as she rummaged the shoe boxes. When she found what she was looking for, she presented it to their young master’s wife. “What do you think of this?” The sandal that; was presented was a 3-inch cold blue pointed-toe pump heels. When Angelo saw the pump heels, he mentally applauded the calm and kindhearted twin for her sense of style.

It was exactly what I needed. I slipped it on, the velvet cool and soft against my skin. I tied the waist belt, cinching it in. It hugged my curves in a way that made me feel feminine rather than "frumpy." I paired it with turquoise velvet stilettos - shoes with a heel so sharp they could be classed as a concealed weapon. I hadn't worn heels like this since before Harry was born. As I stepped into them, I felt my posture shift, my spine lengthening.

"Stop fooling around. All the guests have been notified, and our parents are already at the venue." I threw those red-bottom high heels at his feet and raised the hammer, smashing it down hard on the heel. The moment the heel snapped, he staggered back as if struck in a vital spot. I asked, "What's wrong? Remembering someone? Was it the way you knelt to put them on her or the taste of last night's kiss?"

In the box is a bloody red Stuart Weitzman stilettos with ruby decorated straps. "Madre dell'amore e del peccato, è stupenda" (Mother of love and sin, it's gorgeous) Meth whispers as she carefully takes out the heels like they're made of glass. Underneath the stilettos is a card, she takes and hands it over to me. I eye both Helena and Meth suspiciously before I open the card. It reads, "I hope it's a size smaller. Wear it, Anís". My eyes roll to the back of my head, my lashes flutter. Of course it's Ronan. "What does it say?" Helena asks, practically bouncing on foot to the other.

The high heels flew directly into the glass window of a shop and cracked it. This showed how much strength Meredith used. If these high heels were to have hit the back of Lily's head, the consequences would be unimaginable. Meredith did not expect someone to suddenly rush out to save this damned girl. She wanted to get angry, but when she saw that this man was Jeremy, her expression changed drastically. She hurriedly stood up and motioned to her friend beside her to pick up the shoes. "Jeremy, you… Why are you here?" She gave an awkward and gentle smile.

I actually found a few silk blouses and a leather skirt that I decided to keep. A high-pitched squeal suddenly shattered the quiet, high-class atmosphere of the shop. I turned just in time to see Heather sprinting—well, more like jumping—over to me, shoving a pair of stilettos directly into my face. I pushed her hands back so I could actually see. "I found them! Look at them! They're so pretty! Oh my gosh, Margaux, look at the intricate crystal work on the heel!" She kept on 'ooh'ing and 'ahh'ing at the shoe.

The silk top, the star sapphire belly ring, and the super skintight jeans. WOW! She hadn't dressed this sexily in a long time, and she missed it. She checked outside and saw that it was going to be sunny and warm, so she picked out one of her favorite pair of warm weather shoes. They were black and had three-inch heels, with what looked like dozens of straps. They surrounded her tiny feet in black leather and set off her toes beautifully. She checked to make sure her ruby red toenails didn't have any chips, they didn't.

Without hesitation—and way too much excitement—I open it. The first thing I see is a pair of heels. Sleek, pointed-toe stilettos in a shade of nude that screams, “I cost more than your rent.” They’re sexy without trying. Elegant, but with a come-screw-me curve in the arch that makes my calves clench just thinking about wearing them. Next, the dress.