Sword Heels Novels & Stories

Alec instructed. Shola tried on pointed stilettos, red, black, nude, and gold. She picked a pair of strappy silver sandals that made her feel like a goddess. Alec added thigh-high suede boots in camel brown and jet black. He insisted she get a few pairs of luxury sneakers too…white Chanel trainers, pink Dior sneakers, and black Balenciaga slip-ons. She giggled as she tried on a pair of silver platform heels, wobbling slightly before Alec caught her in his arms.

He could lose control and break his promise not to sleep with Karina before their wedding. “Just wear heels.” Karina took the short-heeled heels. But Saka first lowered his head. Picking up a pair of flat shoes. “Don’t wear shoes like that. I’ll tell the maid to remove shoes like that from your wardrobe.” Karina just gave in. She let Saka put the flatshoes on her feet. “Even though the heels are short. It shouldn’t be a problem.” “Karina’s problem.” Saka looked up. “Anyway, shoes with heels higher than 1 cm should be kept away from you for now.”

"We belong under your feet. Do you understand the position you truly deserve?" She never broke eye contact. With languid grace she slipped off one high heel. The sharp click of it hitting asphalt rang out in the quiet. Then, in a blur too fast to track, she hurled it. The pointed stiletto struck his cheek with stinging precision. The heel sliced skin like a blade. Warm blood welled instantly, a thin crimson line against his jaw. He touched the wound, fingers coming away wet, and stared at the shoe now lying at his feet..gleaming, elegant, lethal.

It had to remain flat with nothing on top of it. As fast as I could, I found the sandals. I'd wear them everyday if I could, but they didn't fit in with the personae I wanted to portray in my professional life. They had woven hemp on the wedge sole - two and a half inches thick under the toes and six inches at the heel, with tan, calfskin leather straps over the foot and around the ankle. They wore like three and a half inch heels but made me six inches taller. I loved being taller than the average man, yet still just a shade shorter than my brother.

"You can take my wedge, too. It goes with anything." I went inside her closet and looked through her shoes. She's got like a dozen pairs with her. She had heels, stilettoes, wedges, boots, heeled boots, flats, and every kind of shoes there is. I took the plainest one which was at least two inches tall. I clearly need this since I'm at a height disadvantage.

Amanda faced me again and motioned me to come over. "Look," she said and showed the spear she was holding. She pointed to its end. "As you can see, it has a sharp edge but its blade is not that long. The normal spear here for us will have the blade reach here," she then pointed to half of the spear. "But this one has only two inches." Amanda then showed the sword in one hand. "Same with this one. It has two inches for it's point and the blades are not that sharp as the normal sword. See this?" she pointed to the large space after the blade. "The purpose of this one is obvious. When you get stabbed, the only thing that will enter your body is the two inch blade. Our skin is kinda hard so even

The bandage came off slowly as Sophia gasped. Her leg looked swollen and reddish. She turned to look at William who had a bland expression. Obviously, she didn't care, she wondered why she even bothered to look. William exhaled and then spoke. She expected him to say okay, you can put on a slip on or a mule but instead, she heard different words. "I bought you a diamond plated sleek heel for this ceremony and you are going to wear it" he said with a stern expression.

She stood up and almost slipped, if she didn't quickly hold on to the dressing table and sat back down. The shoes were very slippery and felt unbalanced. Kisha smiled secretly. "What's wrong? These shoes don't fit?" asked Kisha feigning surprise. Lea took the white shoe from her right foot. They were pretty shoes, but she noticed the pointy heels were slightly angled and the lining inside was very thin and slippery. "These shoes are not suitable for wearing," said Lea while giving the shoes to Kisha. "Very unbalanced and slippery." Kisha shook her head. "It's a great shoe and it's impossible to put in the storage room if the models can't use it."

What had upset him? Why had he looked away from her? Why did she want him to keep looking? A thud resounded in the locker room, jolting Macey out of her thoughts, and she turned to see one of the girls sporting a shoe with a broken heel. She winced in silent apology, watching as another girl handed their colleague with the broken heel a sparkly silver pair of heeled sandals with platforms even higher than the ones Macey had just worn. Recalling that she needed to change, she reached for her shoes whilst raising her leg a bit higher to unbuckle them from her feet.

Stilettos clicking on a marbled floor was the sound Audrey grown accustomed to since moving to the city. It sounded more appealing to her ear when she was the one making the sound. High heels are power. And she traded sneakers for power. Her feet weren’t always clad in stilettos. She was once a doe-eyed girl who thought her purpose in life was as simple as her best friend Rachel’s was. However, the naiveté wears off when childhood faded in the background.