Shoe Illusion Novels & Stories

“Aunt Ilona who brought me up gave me a pair of very expensive shoes when I was accepted into the Academy. But when I was walking one day, I dropped the right shoe into the lake. So, I had to order a cheap copy from the shoemaker. Since then, I’ve been wearing different shoes on each foot.” Reive lowered his eyes to my feet, and I felt terribly ashamed. On my left foot, there was a shabby but quite nice shoe with silver lettering and suede trimming. And on the right foot, I had a bast sandal made of rough skin, painted grey to match the lettering. It was trimmed with ordinary fabric. From a distance, they seemed the same. But close to... “Trust me, little one,” Reive said quite calmly, “I’m

She wanted to stop for several times and take off her shoes. Viola seemed to have noticed Ada Wood's pain. She stopped and looked at Ada Wood's feet. "Come with me." She led Ada Wood into a high-end shoe shop. Each pair of shoes in the shop was unique in the world, and of course, the price was very beautiful. Suddenly, he stopped in front of a pair of crystal shoes. The white diamond shone with light blue light in the light. The color was very light, which made the white more than pure white.

Just four of them and I am beginning to feel like they are too much. One has his hand inside his front suit jacket as of holding his chest, another has his hands inside his trouser front pockets like some kind of style, and another... The back door of the car suddenly revealed a leg of a shiny back shoe. In anticipation, I bit my lower lip as I stood still. Seriously, I am beginning to get offended at the person for taking so much time in bringing out his second legs as if trying to let everyone get their eye full of his shiny black shoes.

She replied jokingly with a wink. Of course, it was a white lie. As Caress Aragon, she memorized trifle details about him like shoe size. Truth be told, what induced her was noticing his shabby torn out, toes creeping out of the soles of his shoes on many occasions only to meet him next with the same sneakers sewn back together. The dead shoes might as well be a zombie who kept getting revived to serve him. Eli looked dubious of her silly answer however dropped the topic since she showed zero signs of budging. He simply sighed and nodded in approval that brought tears blurring her eyes. If he was facing Care, physical appearance-wise, she bet million dollars he won't accept it.

Someone who wants to kiss me. Seconds roll into minutes, I slide to the floor with my back against the door, phone in my hand. My eyes centre on the men shoes on display, I don't know how I got here but I like what I see. I continue swiping until I settle on a pair in his size. My face splits into a grin that fades at the exorbitant price written under the picture. That much for a shoe?

Dead people aren't supposed to look like that, or sound like that, or especially smile like that! "You like my feet, don't you, Bobby?" Shelly had pulled me down to my knees, tugging on my necktie until she had me right where she wanted me. Her legs were bare, but she had such smooth skin, toned and snow white, she didn't need stockings. Shelly wore patent leather shoes, expensive ones, probably, with open toes and spiked heels. Her toenails were red like her lips and fingers, and she had small, delicate feet. I'd spent three years selling shoes at Pay-Less as a teenage boy, so I had a lot of experience with women's feet and Shelly's were incredible.

—D Heat stained her cheeks again and she pressed the back of a hand to her skin to cool it. Gosh, he was always making her blush, wasn’t he? She pulled the lid off the box . . . and gasped at the shoes inside. Silver platform peep-toe pumps with a nearly eight -inch heel. They were studded with tiny crystals all over the shoe leather, and glittered like Cinderella’s glass slipper. She picked one up wonderingly. It was enormously tall. She’d be a giant. They were garish and impractical and sky-high.

“One wrong move and the other feet of you would have the bullet inside.” “Do you think that I would have some simple rubber shoes? Sorry, but this is out of your league. It is bullet proof.” “Oh really? But why does it say the otherwise?” “Huh. What do you even mean?” He asked as he then realized that the bullet did pierce the shoes that he’s wearing, and there he felt the strange feeling that makes his whole leg be numbed.

I didn't resist. The women's floor was dazzling. Clothes, shoes, bags-everything was immaculate, glittering under golden lights. I told myself I wouldn't buy anything, that the price tags alone would give me a heart attack, but curiosity pulled me deeper. My fingers trailed over fabrics softer than anything I owned, my eyes caught on shoes that looked like they belonged in a museum more than a closet. One pair in particular stopped me in my tracks-light blue kitten heels, dusted with glittering stones that caught the light like a constellation. I bent down, dared to peek at the price, and recoiled with a gasp. Half a year's salary. For shoes.

The same she did to my mom’s necklace. She dropped it on the floor and stepped on it, squeezing it under her feet, “These are special sandals called Silhouettes. They are lightweight but can crush a diamond.” With a cunning smile, she removed the shoe and found the necklace lying there still in one piece. She raised her face to meet my gaze and all I did was cocked up a brow. “That’s all you have got, Lola?” with a groan she looked down and then smirked, “That’s one hell of a gem. Now if you like it that much, pick it up or someone might step on it again…” She brushed some unseen mud particles from her sleeve and was about to walk away when I held her arm,