Mermaid Heel Novels & Stories

But when Kevan opened the box, Larissa realized she had misjudged the value— These shoes had to cost at least ten thousand and above! The silver uppers—as well as the heels themselves—were covered in tiny, glittering diamonds. There was also a light blue crystal bow on the top of the shoe. Just looking at it made one think of Cinderella’s glass slippers.

Clumsily at first, missing a few notes and blundering about on the musical scale. Yet getting better with each time, obtaining some bit of mastery, one after the other. “Are you ready, Lord Lyros?” The excitement in her eyes is tangible and it leaks into her voice. I turn and Adelaide is in a dress that takes my breath away. Her heels. She’s wearing heels with this outfit. The crystal stem of the heel gleams and leads to a pitch-black sole. Adelaide’s legs sit prettily in it, and a diamond-encrusted spiral holds the heel in place as it wraps around her leg.

Maryann said proudly while hugging Remmie closely. With that said Maryann brought out a pair of amazing heels. They were black stiletto pumps. But what intrigued me was the two daggers that were designed into the heel like little decorative pieces. But when Maryann pulled on the hilt the dagger came out with ease. “Now these two daggers are extra pieces. If you ever find yourself in need of something sharp to throw or even step on then the heels themselves will work. As Miss Remmie has already figured out. But the cool feature of any of your shoes is the GPS beacon that I have placed in each of the heels. Turn the Rubber piece clockwise 3 times and it will send an alert to the headquarters.”

Featuring a red stretchy material, a wrap front with ruffle detailing and long sleeves. I teamed it up with my golden Full Cubic Zirconia CZ Nightclub Statement Earring which I got from ebay for thirty nine dollars and thirty eight cents and my black Giorgio Armani leather sandals with pleated organza which I got for eight hundred and eighty dollars from Armani. Designed to be exceptional, these high-heeled sandals ooze elegance and sensuality. Made from leather, they feature a fine ankle strap and exclusive, decorative, pleated organza at the arch of the foot. Stiletto heels refine the silhouette.

DAMN, her feet hurt. GERRI knew better than to hike the three-level mall in four-inch heels. But birthday presents must be bought, torture shoes or not. She’d just wear flip-flops the rest of the week—as long as she wasn’t meeting clients, anyway.

The pièce de résistance, however, were the heels. She was normally a flip-flop kind of girl and wouldn’t be caught dead in a pair of heels. But she was feeling brave and a little sassy and so, on her way home from lunch, she’d stopped and bought a pair of spiked, blingy heels that she had to admit looked damn good on her. She just hoped like hell she didn’t make an ass of herself by face-planting when she tried to walk in them.

If you have to hurt other people to feel powerful, you are an extremely weak individual. – Bobby J. Mattingly Helen loved the new maternity dresses that Reese had gotten her. Today’s dress was an ivory cotton with large pink flowers and greenery trailing down about halfway down the skirt. She had given up her heels, afraid that she would fall with her new center of gravity. Reese had gotten her some kitten heel sandals with pearls going across her ankles and toes.

What had upset him? Why had he looked away from her? Why did she want him to keep looking? A thud resounded in the locker room, jolting Macey out of her thoughts, and she turned to see one of the girls sporting a shoe with a broken heel. She winced in silent apology, watching as another girl handed their colleague with the broken heel a sparkly silver pair of heeled sandals with platforms even higher than the ones Macey had just worn. Recalling that she needed to change, she reached for her shoes whilst raising her leg a bit higher to unbuckle them from her feet.

Ren dusted them off first and walked in front of me, raising the things that he took. I gasped and stared at it in horror. High heels. Emphasis on the high. There's a reason why it was one letter away from spelling Hell. "I think this would help you to walk properly." Ren said and bent down in front of him as if he would put it on. "You're kidding me!" I screamed and removed my foot from his reach. Sure, the shoes are shiny and pretty but it's too high! I think it's at least 4 inches tall. I can't even walk with a good posture and they expect me to wear them?

I demanded and she hesitated, jerking her head back as if asking if I were serious, “I don’t like to repeat myself, Emma, now stand up.” She scoffed and stood up, barely a foot away from me. She met me right at eye level, which means she’s naturally tall. She wore flats yesterday and I didn’t stand close enough to her to adequately assess her height. Curious, I looked down at what shoes she wore today. “How high are those heels?” I asked her as I motioned to her feet. Her gaze followed mine and she tilted her ankle to have a better view of the heel, “I think three inches, maybe four?”