Mermaid Heel Novels & Stories

“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.

I stand straight, strike half a power pose, and I will confidence into my liquid stomach. I can do this. “Car’s waiting downstairs Scarlett. Good luck!” I roll my eyes at the mischief in Danis’s tone and make my way out of the room. The guards at the head of the stairs share raised eyebrows when they see me. I nod as a greeting and I walk past them and down the stairs. My heels are simple, not red Louboutins or green Prada. It has a simple strap to hold my toes in place and little to no extra covering. The diamond stem heel gives me a feeling of exclusivity and femininity.

Audrey was silent, she totally understood what the supermodel was trying to say. “The easiest way to look like an amateur in heels is to put your whole foot down at once as if you’re wearing flats. When wearing heels, put your heel down first, followed by your toe. This will make your walk look more natural” Mellisa stood in a similar pose with her hands on her waist, “And here we go” she made another walk back and repeated the same thing four times and by the time she was done, Audrey felt like she already got a hang of it.

she grumbled, flipping through blazers and beige like it was punishment. Then — like destiny, or petty Black girl magic — her hand landed on it. A metallic gold mini dress with enough cutouts to get her banned from half the country clubs in this zip code. Paired right next to it? Leopard print thigh-high boots like it was just waiting for her.

Lucinda walked back into the house, taking out pink heels from the wardrobe, while ignoring Medusa. "Are you wearing heels all the time? It will hurt your human feet." Medusa muttered, staring at her. "It’s none of your business; it’s my human feet." Lucinda snarled and wore the heel; these were higher heels than she was used to wearing. She attempted to walk with the heels and almost stumbled. "Be careful!" Medusa yelled. Lucinda rolled her eyes and began to struggle to walk in her heels. She left the house while walking down the stairs in her heels.

Well, how could it not be? The woman wore a super mini dress that showed off her round and large breasts, even just covering her nipples. Not to mention, the buttocks only cover half of her breast, just sat down on Kenn's lap. Not only that, she immediately moved her buttocks on the part of Kenn's penis which she managed to make hard. Kenn's eyes immediately shut up because of that. 'Oh! shit!' He groaned. That seductive woman seemed to be grinning. Because her action succeeded in making Kenn turn on now. She even brought Kenn's hands to massage her breasts. She danced on top of Kenn's body very wildly, following the loud beat of the music.

"Rest here for a second. I'll be right back." Seraphina nodded. As he walked away, she let out a huge sigh of relief, letting her guard down a little. Mortimer stepped out of the hall and returned a few minutes later. He was holding a pair of beige, soft leather slip-on flats. Even though they were flats, their high-quality craftsmanship paired perfectly with Seraphina's moonlight-white gown, not looking out of place at all. He crouched down on one knee in front of her and whispered, "Take the heels off. These will be much more comfortable."