Mermaid Heel Novels & Stories

by high heels means 7 inches long heels. Mom knows which size I prefer, still she sent me a higher size particularly on a day like this when I have a severe backache. I can't walk straight into them today. I'm bearing so many aches right now. "Why does she have to be this difficult every single time!" I cry out of frustration. I seriously hate my Mom. I don't have any other matching pair right now, what should I do? I'm running out of time. My aches are already giving me a hard time and with these killer heels, they will intensify and I won't be able to hide them. I won't be able to endure the pains. There is a chance I can even trip or worse fall on the ground.

I flipped it over fast. Claire came back with the sheath. She helped me step into it. The zipper caught twice. She yanked until it closed. The color looked wrong against my skin. Too pink. Too flat. I shook my head. She unzipped. “Okay. Mermaid next.” We kept going. I stood on the little platform while she pinned hems. Pins pricked my ankles when I moved wrong. My feet ached in the sample heels. Sweat collected under the shapewear. The air in the room felt thick.

I may end up looking like a human disco ball before this is all through. My shoes sparkle too; they are a candy pink, degrade satin, with crystal embellishments, pointed toe, and 4 inch heel. My dress is asymmetrical, mermaid, one shoulder in design and floor length. It is a burgundy sequined velvet, with a trumpet hemline and brush train. I know you must be thinking eww on the candy pink and burgundy, but they actually look good together and mostly no one will see them anyway.

“You and your sense of humour.” “I know. Anyway, it would’ve depended on how the size was wrong. If it was too big, I would’ve gotten a tailor but if it was too small, I would’ve simply gotten you another one. Can you handle two and a half inches?” He showed her a pair of glittery silver block heels that had teardrop crystals, which were arranged the same way as the leaves on a laurel wreath, across the ankle and toe straps. “I can handle them.” “Alright. You’ll put them on downstairs. I can’t have you tripping on the stairs.” He took her downstairs.

I picked them up and started examining them. It was a block heel styled pair, in silver. Stylish and lightweight. Instead of putting them back, I placed them under the single couch. “I need a longer heel stiletto.” None of them knew what I was up to. Right now I was only interested in the longest heels with the least comfort. She took out the one which was according to my demand. Inspecting the dress with the sandals I gave an over brightened smile to Emma. “Aren’t they amazing?” Everyone including Emma was quiet. Nobody wanted to tell their Luna that her choice was shitty.

Emory-- “Oh my God! Who is that girl? Where have you been hiding her? She’s an apparition, a goddess, a paragon of all things hot date!” Her tone shifts. “Are… those the shoes you’re going with?” I look down at my red heels. “Yes? These are my favorite heels. They’re perfect.”

“It’s a shoe.” “Congratulations,” I muttered, wiggling my hand in a silent demand that he return the sketch. “You recognize basic objects. I’m so impressed. Now give it back.” But he kept staring, tilting his head from one side to the other. “Open toe, chunky heel platform with buckles,” he murmured. “Interesting.” Pointing out one part, he said, “You went with an ankle strap instead of t-strap.”

I stuttered, my finger tips hesitant to touch the stone encrusted shoe I was staring at. My eyes were hooked on it, words unable to formulate. I picked up one leg like I was holding a crate of eggs. “Holy shit.” I whispered. “Am I suppose to…how can he…” The covered toe heels had silver crystals all over it with a large clear crystal at the top like a brouch. “Jimmy choo?” I looked at the brand. “Oh there's no way.” I looked into the box and realized there was a matching crystal encrusted clutch as well.

“Is that so?” “MmHmm” I bite her lip as I bring my mouth to hers. There is no need to lean down since her heels are so high that she can meet my gaze perfectly. Her platform heels are so high they are almost pleasers, the heels that pole dancers wear. How she walked up and down these stairs without twisting her ankle or falling on her face is a mystery.

he arched his brows, “Do you know what brand this perfume is? It’s GIVENCHY!” “Da Vinci?!” “Hmph, you’re such an oldie! But voila you look perfect now!” he said but shook his head disapprovingly when he saw my footwear,” Wait…Take off your doll shoes and wear this. Leather platforms by Nicholas Kirkwood.” It was a 6 inches high heels! I feigned a smile while I looked at it. Seemed to me I’d get crippled throughout the night. “I'm fine with the doll shoes.” “Hey girl, don’t be picky! Put these on.”