Shoe Illusion Novels & Stories

With all I've gone through, I had noted that people could be salty for no reason and if you didn't know how to play along with them, you may end up being burned for no reason. I watched her as her brows furrowed in maximum attention as she stared at the shoes. I squatted down and let my hands skim through the leather, they felt so soft to my touch. I had never felt such softness. It wouldn't cause blisters hopefully. "Now, that's what I've been searching for," Pelummi announced. She grabbed a pink open toe leather heeled shoe from its spot on a silver strapped heeled shoe. It looked so comfy and posh, but it was so high.

Yes, I want you to help me buy a shoe. Please sorry for the inconvenience I might have caused you. She responded oh don’t worry sir. She asked me sir what type of shoe do you want. One of your most expensive shoes. I showed them on my phone to her. She asked me to follow her to a different room. As soon as I entered I saw the type of shoe I wanted. She helped me to check if it's my real size. I picked three different types. She led me to the counter and said sir you must pay the bill here. I thanked her and she left for her office.

she continued, “how people manage to wear shoes that clearly don't belong to them.” There was a pause. One of the women across the room stiffened slightly. Emmy wasn't done. “Like, imagine walking around, trying so hard to make them fit,” she went on, her voice light, almost conversational. “Meanwhile, everyone can see they're two sizes too small.. and probably fake.” I bit down on my lip to stifle my laughter. “But I guess if you're used to forcing things that don't fit,” she added with a soft sigh,“it starts to feel normal.”

The cool air wraps around me like an old friend, brushing over my skin and calming me just slightly. The dim lighting casts long shadows against the racks of expensive bottles my family has collected over the years. I trail my fingertips along the dusty glass as I walk, trying to steady my breathing. I reach for a bottle on the nearest shelf... And then I hear it. A quiet gasp. A muffled moan. A soft sound. I freeze. At first, I think it’s my mind playing tricks, old pipes, maybe, or the hum of the cooling system. But then it comes again, louder this time. A breathy, desperate sound. Followed by a low groan.

Every time I walk, I feel someone is following me. "I think someone is following, is this just my feeling?" I said, looking back. Nothing. Only busy mall visitors are passing by. I throw away my negative thoughts. This time the shoe shop caught my attention; some shoes made my eyes not stop staring at him in amazement. I asked the shoe shop clerk to get my size.

She replied, reading my mind, again. " I quickly bent over and picked up one of my shoes and threw it over to her. The shoe flew towards her face and she was not making any move of dodging it that I feared she might get a broken nose if the back of the shoe collides with her nose. The shoe tolled to a stop midway through the journey that I sent it on. I sighed in relief faking an annoyed groan to hide the fear on my face from the group. But wait how could Natasha do that? was it really possible? That can only be done by the moon goddess...

They’d gone ahead to create a scandal, calling the quality of their Soul-Shoes poor and outrightly dangerous. For some days, they were satisfied with the results until things suddenly took a turn for the worse. A popular shoe blog hopped on the news and took out time to highlight the difference between the brands quality of budget-friendly shoes. Things didn’t end well when their recent collections were tested live alongside one of the Soul Shoes products.

“I can’t see a thing! I’m going to kill myself in these shoes!” “Not going to happen, baby. I’m not going to let you fall. Besides, you look killer in those heels. Later, I’m going to fuck you in those shoes and nothing else.” A hot flush traveled from head to toe. Her nipples hardened and her clit tingled in anticipation. Jace had bought her the most awesome shoes ever. Full of sparkle with a heel so high she hadn’t been sure she could walk in them. But she’d known instantly that these were shoes she’d get fucked in later, which meant she was walking in them no matter what.

It’s slippery and quite uncomfortable with sweat all over my feet. I take it off and hold it in my hands. I am not going to throw these. I have a little pinch of hope that I can be saved by all of this. No! I have to be saved from this and I am going to wear this shoes one more time. These are new ones which I have bought by working at some houses secretly. I run holding those shoes in my hands but as I run I find that they are already running back of me. By this time they already have known that I have tricked them and there is no way that I would return to them.

I don't have whole day to sit here and waste my time. After hearing his last statement the girl understood he was damn serious about his words and he didn't seem the person who will bluff for no reason. Slowly she trailed her gaze to his expensive shoes which were shining so much that she could see her own scared self in it. If she would be honest, with herself the stains were really ruining the beauty of his shoes.