Shoe Illusion Novels & Stories

She quickly explained, "That's not it. I am on a diet! It's not that I dislike you!" Christin replied in disgust, "Why do you need to diet? Are you over 50 kilograms, even? You're as thin as a rake!" Although she had killer legs, they were indeed too slender and long. She was more than 1.7 meters tall. Even without high heels, she would look the same as the other girls who wore them. When a woman put on high heels, her calves would be elongated and that would contribute to a slimmer illusion. However, even if she wore flat shoes, it would also have the same effect as if she was wearing high heels like the image had been edited.

He hangs my shoe over one finger and dangles it in front of me. “I'll trade it for a dance.” He offers. “You're ridiculous.” I counter. He just shrugs at me again. I try to take a step forward but stumble. I slip my other shoe off and hold it in one hand. I step forwards again and attempt to snatch my other shoe back from Bellamy. He holds it up above my head and he's too tall for me to reclaim it. I refuse to make a fool of myself trying to get my shoe back so I just glare at him, my arms crossed over my chest. He raises an eyebrow at me.

They even made fun of her for it. "What kind of shoes cost fifty thousand dollars?" When Mya heard a voice at the door, she looked up and saw Madelyn. A big smile appeared on her face. "Madelyn!" Madelyn had heard their conversation from next door. She came over and looked at the fancy shoes. They were a special edition, and there were only five pairs like them in the whole world. But Madelyn knew these shoes were not real. She had all five real pairs in her closet at home and had not worn them because they cost so much. But they did not cost fifty thousand dollars. That was just too much.

At other times, it shrank back. Terrified, I did not even dare to breathe out loud. I could only watch as the shadow moved to my room. Suddenly, all of the sounds faded away. The shadow disappeared, and I could not hear the scratching sounds either. But the strewn shoes and the strange marks on the floor served as a stark reminder that I was not dreaming. Suddenly, Yvonne’s door opened. When she walked out and saw the shoes on the floor, her face turned pale. “Did you see it?” she asked me with a quivering voice.

From afar, they appeared black, but upon closer inspection, a deep, shadowed blue shimmered in the light. Taking Sherry's foot delicately, she slid it into the shoe, which felt almost fragile with the slender straps wrapping over her foot. Sherry found them stunning yet slightly intimidating; the thin, pointed heel unsettled her. Without hesitation, Gen slipped her other foot into the shoe and remarked, "These are called stilettos, Sherryl. I think they suit you. What do you think, Mr. Cross?" "Think you can walk in those?" The question was directed at Sherry, and she felt her shoulders tense.

Kimberly said, a wicked grin playing on her face now. Me, who was so unbothered by their little act of bullying was already fed up, rather. "You know what, how about I do that for you." I sighted the nice fellow who had opened up for me earlier and waved for his attention. He came forward, observing the scene playing before him. I walked over to the shoe sections and reached for the same expensive shoe I'd seen online yesterday. "I want to shop, I'd like this shoe but those ladies over there claimed I'm a thief. I would like to prove them wrong please."

“The Asian doll you saw on the screen the other day.” “What’s this about her and shoes? I don’t understand.” “She added a transmitter to our shoes. Claimed she was testing how far it could go.” “Are you being serious right now? Those little girls… where did she get something like that?” “She made it.” Now I know he’s full of shit. His face remained straight. What the hell did I get myself into?

A black six-inch heel, its strap made of two rows of three large, fancy glittering stones, flexibly connected. I put it on, and Mich made me do a back and forth walk round the room. I don't know why, but my feet felt wobbly all because everyone's eyes was centered on me. I badly needed my confidence. So I decided to do the model thing. Head up, eyes straight, shoulders firm and… my legs suddenly crooked sideways and as I bumped into a machine blindly. My ankle did not only hurt. The shoe spoilt too.

Yet as she spotted Nick chatting away on his mobile at the front of the shop, she forced herself to do as he had told her. Millie drifted over to an unusual shoe display. These had high thin needle-like heels in a rainbow of colours, some with spikes adorning the front. They looked dangerous; which she supposed had been the designer’s intention. She didn’t think they were her type of thing, and she would prefer something more elegnt and with a heel which would tempt her to use as a murder weapon. She knew the twins had shoes like these and it would be a lie to say she had not thought of sticking the heel in Ruby’s eye.

Her actions had put her in this situation, and she was afraid that she might unintentionally harm me if she continued to do things her way. "You seem really down today, huh?" I said, giving her cheeks a playful pinch to try to cheer her up. "Let me tell you something." As she looked at me expectantly, I continued, "Imagine you have a pair of well-branded sneakers that you've worn for a long time. It seems that the left pair starts to show more wear and tear than the right. It's always tripping you up and getting dirtier faster. Meanwhile, the right pair remains in good condition. One day, while walking down the street, you notice that the left shoe is critically damaged. It's still holding t