Phoebe Dynevor Feet Novels & Stories

I climbed the stairs quietly, my heart thudding. Their bed room door was cracked. I pushed it open. Phoebe was on her bed, dress rucked up around her waist, thighs spread wide, a thick dildo buried deep in her pussy. She was fucking herself hard, and fast, moaning my name over and over. “Damon…fuck, Damon, yes…” She froze when she saw me. Her eyes went wide, her cheeks flaming hot, the dildo still lodged inside her. She scrambled to cover herself, yanking the dress down, thighs snapping shut but it was too late.

Just peace. Phoebe stood quietly at the edge of the field, just out of sight, waiting for the music to begin. Her white dress hugged her figure gently, elegant without being loud. The fabric moved with the breeze, soft and light like a whisper. Her hair was curled loosely and pinned up with small white flowers, baby’s breath, which made her look like she had stepped out of a storybook. She held her bouquet gently, but her fingers trembled a little.

“These dresses look a bit tacky and—” The assistant gasped, covering her mouth in horror as if Fiona had said a forbidden word. Phoebe, seeing her expression, quickly nudged her mother to keep quiet. This assistant must be given an award for the best actress ever. I loved her already! “I’ll take them all,” Phoebe repeated. “In fact, I intend to donate them to the poor,” she added loudly, turning to me with a scornful expression. “Maybe you can pick one, Sheila, and thank me for being so generous. After all, we both know these clothes are too expensive for you to buy.”

Soon, her own family arrived. They were their usual selves—Amara still arrogant and overbearing, her parents shrinking into the corners, looking utterly out of place. Phoebe entered, draped in a thousand dollar gown with meticulous makeup, commanding attention. Her low-cut dress made hearts race and eyes widen. She walked proudly, deliberately leaving others in her wake. Harper’s pupils flickered—there, among the crowd, was Theo Callahan. He had come too? His father, Gyle, followed closely.

I slipped into the adjoining room and quietly locked the door behind me. I heard Phoebe's high heels getting closer and closer in the hallway. Soon after, the door opened. Peeking through the crack, I saw a familiar figure walk in. It was Phoebe, wearing a black camisole top, with full makeup, bright red lipstick, and sky-high stilettos. Liam followed right behind her. The moment they shut the door, they practically jumped into each other's arms. Just as things were about to heat up, I texted Herman and told him to cut the power.

“Leaving is foolish.” She shrugged. “I’m still going.” Phoebe turned from me then, reaching into the cubby and slipping on a tank top with her back turned to me. She shimmied into yoga pants a moment later, and they were ripped down one leg, revealing wicked road rash on the flesh underneath. I adopted my CEO voice, the one my employees wouldn’t dare ignore. “Get back in that bed this instant.” She froze for a second before resuming dressing. She slipped her feet into shoes, sans socks, which she shoved into the pocket of her blood-stained hoodie after slipping it on. I stared at her in shock that she was ignoring my command.

He briefly glanced in my direction and then went back to watching the perimeter. "You look stunning," Cassian breathed out. I chuckled at him and shook my head. "No, she is stunning," I said, turning towards the prudent werewolf that was walking behind me. Phoebe was dressed in a red floor length evening dress with a low v cut that ended a little under her breasts. The dress clung tightly to her waist and flowed out around her legs. What completed the look was the dangerous slit that showed off her long golden legs when she walked. Who in their right mind would regret her?

PHOEBE "Phoebe, where are you going?". Mom immediately asked me to come out of my room. I want to visit a friend, I will be back before you know it". I said walking to the stairs. "A friend???, dressed like this". She questioned. I wore an off shoulder red short gown, with a black belt and bag. "Yes, a friend". I rushed downstairs before any further questioning. I went into the car, igniting the engine, it started.

Because it fits like a damn glove, even if it is a little bit long. Eagerly, I move for the door, pulling it open and smirking when I find Daphne standing about ten feet away, waiting for me, the straps of a pair of insanely high stiletto shoes draped over her fingers, held out towards me. “I cut the hem for six-inch heels,” she says with a smirk. “Think you can handle it?” I squeal with excitement as I scurry over to her, throwing myself into her arms as she laughs and hugs me back, as Markie says “whoa!” and Juniper gapes from her spot by the vanity, pins all over the bottom of her dress.

Vera asked cutely to Janelle. “Sure.” Janelle smiled and looked up inadvertently, only to find a woman standing at the door of the hotel with her hands crossed over her chest. At this moment, she was staring at her with malicious eyes. Today, Phoebe was wearing a lotus-color dress and white high heels. Her face was painted with exquisite makeup and her hair was curled which was leaning to one side and hanging in front of her chest. It seemed that she had already seen Janelle. She crossed her arms over her chest and stood at the door to look at her.