Olivia Dunne Feet Novels & Stories

Olivia hesitated for a moment, then forced herself to move. The tunnel was cold and dark, its walls were lined with moss and webs. Olivia’s bare feet slapped against the stone floor as she ran, her breath coming in small gasps. She could hear shouts from behind her, but Dmitri’s efforts seem to have bought her some time. She clutched the broken chair’s leg she’d taken earlier, her only weapon in case she encountered trouble. The tunnel seemed very long, but finally she spotted a light ahead. Relief passed through her as she fastened her steps.

Alicia queried, and Caitlin nodded. But if she wants to, she can. We don't own her legs. Do we? Caitlin asked. Tell me... You're joking. Alicia's eyes widened, seeing Olive's dress. You're wearing a bikini too? Caitlin blinked. Yeah duh? My bump Is not that big it it? Olive smiled. But Bruce will.. Don't worry, I'll put my Jacket on. I'm not perverted as you two. Olive smirked, and walked away. Is it me or this beach hunt would go amazing? Alicia questioned, they both bursted into laughter.

“We’ll start the hike up the small hill on the north side. It’s safe, but stay focused!” Olivia walked with her two friends, Chloe and Hannah, recording the scenery with her phone. “Look! It’s so beautiful, like a painting!” “Olivia, don’t get too close to the edge of the cliff,” Chloe called out. “Okay, okay!” Olivia smiled, but continued to walk slowly toward the steeper side to take a video. Suddenly, the ground beneath her feet gave way. “OLIVIA!!!” Hannah screamed. Olivia tried to grab a branch, but her body slipped, and then... she disappeared from view. The sound of her body hitting the ground echoed a few seconds later.

I felt like a princess, but one who was being tortured when I was handed the shoes I was supposed to wear. Whilst Olivia and I were completely different sizes in clothing - I was the thickness of a stick and five-foot-one, compared to her healthy weight and height of five-foot-five - we could still wear the same shoes. And Olivia happened to wear a lot more heels than I did, so the pair of peep-toe white heels with matching flowers embroidery and a thin ankle strap, would not have been a problem for her. I, on the other hand, was barely able to stand still in them.

She watched as Gloria returned to the bench, and brought out something from her bag. Olivia's heart dropped when Gloria returned to her, holding the one thing she dreadedthe most. Heels. Olivia shut her eyes in disappointment, regretting why she never consented to Rita's heel wearing lessons. "You can do this Olivia, I believe in you. You did the others excellently, you can do this too." Gloria encouraged Olivia, a pair of four inches heels dangling in her hands. "I have to anyway, I don't have a choice." Olivia sighed, taking the shoes from Gloria who managed to smile at her.

Shimmery white fabrics and flowers are used for the decoration. Olivia is wearing a black bodycon dress that hugs her figure like a second skin. There is a slit that runs the length of her right thigh that ends just below her upper thigh. Her straight hair is combed to one side. She is wearing red lipstick and little makeup. Her feet are sitting in Stone-studded black stilettos. She is looking breathtaking. She made her way downstairs.

She runs up to greet me, a wide grin on her face, her four-inch heels doing nothing to stall her movement. I've always been impressed by the way Olivia can run in heels, but I guess it's a survival skill for her—she's only five feet, two inches tall. She tends to wear heels most of the time, if only to make sure that people don't tower over her. "Hey, girl," Olivia says enthusiastically, throwing her arms around me as if it's been years since we last saw each other. She steps back, brushing a wave of dark, auburn-tinged hair behind her ear. "How was work?"