Mermaid Heel Novels & Stories

“To hold your hair back when I’m fucking you bent over my table later today. Let your hair down, but pin it out of the way. Come to me soon, my baby.” My core clenches and my cheeks redden at Mason’s dirty words. How can he manage to make innocent hair pins look so incredibly dirty? Next is a box of shoes. I pull it open to reveal the most intricately designed navy blue pumps. Woven flowers dotted with blinking diamonds decorate the back of each shoe, just above the heels. Something tells me those are real diamonds. Another note, “See those heels?” I pause to look at the straight, pointy heels. Walking in them might hurt a little bit.

I can hear Marina’s steady slumbering breath as clear as day – and so could any of my kind. Viviane leans down and scrubs at the ankle with the damp towels, slowly revealing a stark white brand on the outside of her leg. “Nerissa wasn’t lying.” She murmurs, her usually lyrical tones thick with emotion. “I’m a mermaid.” _______________ Viviane is watching me as if I might burst into flames at any moment. I reach for her, but she reflexively backs out of my reach. “I don’t understand.” “We use a pheromone spray.” She says, as if this clears up everything. “We didn’t pick cats, that’s just what we got.”

"Hold still," Serenity knelt in front of her eighteen-year-old daughter. She slipped a pair of stunning crimson stiletto heels onto Aurora’s feet. They matched her deep red, off-shoulder gown perfectly. "They are too high," Aurora complained, balancing precariously. "I can't run in these." "You don't need to run," Alex walked in, adjusting his bow tie. "I modified the heels. Titanium reinforced structure with shock absorption. You could kick through a brick wall and not break a nail."

His voice hitched and carried a lot of anger. I nodded and sat on the chair which was right next to him then picked up the heel which was almost 9 inches high. The heel was beautiful but I knew I couldn't walk in it. I could barely walk in shortt heels, I would probably fall off this. I strapped the buckle of the heel around my ankle and looked at Dante. He had his eyes on his iPad and wasn't paying attention to me. I squeezed my hand as I gulped hard, why did he look this hot?

commanded Seth. “What are you even talking about? I am not leaving you alone!” snapped Rose and walked close to him. Seth grabbed the topmost box and unwrapped the silk ribbon. He took off the lid, and pink packing paper appeared before him. He removed the paper, and there it was, frost white heels with gold buckle decorations at the toes of the heels. The light reflecting from the heels was making it look more mesmerising. Rose jerked her face to look at Seth. The very same second, Seth, too, looked at her. “What is this? Did you order me another pair of shoes?”

The same 'first-night' agitation she suffered with all her projects until she knew she had got it right. There was no need to let imagination run away with her, useful though that particular attribute was in her line of work. She drew herself up to her full five feet one and smiled at her assistant, who was a good six inches taller than herself. “We need to mingle, Shelly, admire a few pretty feathers, and give the old sweet talk. I'll see you by the main door when the champagne and strawberries are served at seven, alright? We'll have done our duty by then.”

This new face is who I am, who I was born to be: A grown woman, independent, with likes and dislikes, with strong opinions and who doesn't take shit home. I'm 1.72 m tall and I don't wear high heels, after all, spending 12 to 48 hours on my feet isn't for everyone and even less should be done in heels, but the good thing is that I manage to stay a while bigger in high heels without complaining.

She chose a random golden layer with silver-sparkle combination heels—it was stunning. "Yes, this is a very limited edition from our shop; you have a very good selection!" Mia complimented, chuckling and looking at Merry. "How did you like it?" I inquired when Merry looked at me and nodded in response before looking back at her heels. "What is the price of those heels?" I inquired, placing my hand in my pocket and looking at Mia. "It is $8000!" "We'll take it!" I moved my hand, gesturing to her to pack them.

But I decided to go for them. They had an ankle strap which was of leather and black suede just like the rest of the heel. I stood up, suddenly so tall with my legs exposed. I tried walking and they were not so bad; they were actually comfortable. My body turned, tucking my hair behind my ears with nothing left to put on.

I wanted to borrowed one of the high heels of my sister. I only have one shoes with three-inch heels. Most of them are flat sandals. The mayordoma immediately called my sister. Then luckily, my sister agreed to let me borrow. The mayordoma guided me to my sister's room while helping me look for shoes that would match to my outfit. My sister has a large collection of high heels with creative designs. I chose to get a seven inch heels in gray with glitters. Its brand is Prada. The glitters are still shining.