Mermaid Heel Novels & Stories

“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.”

Valentine laughed. “Like I said, let’s not waste more time,” Pepper said as she handed the shoes she had to Valentine, in which she claimed. “Those are four-inched heels, and they won’t be that much hard since they’re almost the same as the ones you’re wearing – just an inch higher, though. Nothing to worry about.” Valentine twisted her wrist as she gazed at the shoes. They were painted in red and looked like they were sprinkled with sparkling dust. Her eyes caught sight of the heels. “Why… why do the heels look only an inch wide?”

“What do you mean, I have to wear this? I’ve worn nothing like this before. I don’t know if I can walk in these.” Tara held up a pair of high-heeled silver scrappy sandals. “It’s one thing to be a complete shoe or boot with a heel. But these are begging to break my ankle the first crack in the sidewalk I find. Or I’ll miss a stair and end up on my head at the bottom of the stairs.”