Mermaid Heel Novels & Stories

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.”

I was so silly. After examining it for a while and seeing no harm done, I felt at ease. Placing the dress back in the box, I opened the next one. Inside this box was a pair of heels, about seven centimeters high. They were magnificent, looking as if they were draped in transparent crystals that had been meticulously polished and cut. A large crystal flower was the highlight of the shoes. Everything was encrusted with delicate, tiny crystals. Oh, my man. He was always so thoughtful.

I whisper, my fingers trembling on the fabric. Sophie gasps, snatching it to drape over me. “Leah! This is… wow. The back? Insane. And it’s so soft. He’s got taste.” I’m still frozen when she dives into the next bag. Outcome the shoes are sleek black patent leather strappy sandals with delicate crisscross ankle straps and a sharp pointed toe. The heel is a wicked four inches, thin and high, promising endless legs and careful steps. Sophie slips one onto my foot right there on the couch; it fits like a glove.

And in the black God help me she’d look like sin itself. “I’ll take all three,” I said finally, my voice steady. Their eyes widened slightly, but none dared question me. “And shoes?” one of them asked politely. “Yes,” I said. “Three pairs. Something that matches.” They nodded and brought out three pairs each one perfect. The first pair: silver stilettos, slender and sparkling, designed to draw the eye. The second: nude heels, elegant and timeless, made for grace and comfort. The last: black velvet heels, tall, commanding, with a single diamond clasp at the ankle.

It had to remain flat with nothing on top of it. As fast as I could, I found the sandals. I'd wear them everyday if I could, but they didn't fit in with the personae I wanted to portray in my professional life. They had woven hemp on the wedge sole - two and a half inches thick under the toes and six inches at the heel, with tan, calfskin leather straps over the foot and around the ankle. They wore like three and a half inch heels but made me six inches taller. I loved being taller than the average man, yet still just a shade shorter than my brother.

What she saw in the box made her eyes widen in shock. Laying in the middle of the box was a dark purple dress. Serene hesitated momentarily before she eventually picked up the dress in her hand. The dress was an A-line dress, crystals were embedded and woven into the dress and it made it glitter. The dress had a perfect cut and lines, she was certain it came from a big brand. Maybe one that she had never heard of before. She also noticed the a pair of silver heels came with the dress. Judging by the height of the shoe, it appeared that it would be about six inches tall. Her heart shook as she had always dreaded wearing heels but this time, she had no choice.

It looks like a cloak, closing her body respectively. She hurried out of the room to the makeup artist so she could tie her head gear. She made so many pleats with the silver head gear, opening out at the back. She added some silver costumes to match with her outfit before slipping the Malono Blahnik silver ankle strap heels around her feet. Not knowing how to stand up in those heels, she felt Mika'il's hands helping her stand up which she was very grateful for. "You should not wear them if you can't walk carefully." He frowned at the heels looking like they just offended him, he looks cute.

I looked up at Megan whose smile was now even bigger with all her teeth showing. “A-are these…” “Yes!!! Yes they are!!! Take them out, let me see them properly!” She screamed with excitement. I reached into the box and pulled out a blood red dust bag with the words ‘Christian Louboutin Paris’ embroidered in black. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!” Megan bounced up and down on the bed like a small child at Christmas. Carefully opening the bag, I gently pulled out a pair of black Louboutin Jewel Queen open toe shoes with the signature red soles. The black shoes were finished so exquisitely with a crystal encrusted bow which sat over the toes.

“This one.” Lily smiled, already making notes. “Shoes?” I walked toward the display table. Heels used to be an easy decision. Now, they felt like a negotiation between vanity and survival. “I need height,” I said, “but I also need to make it through three hours without wanting to cry.” She pulled out a pair of silver heels that were strappy, elegant, but with a thicker heel for support. I slipped one on and stood up. It was comfortable. “Approved,” I said.