Sword High Heels Novels & Stories

shouted Khalid, who was getting angry because he felt trapped by everyone's game in front of him. "It's not just us warriors," said Wang Ge, the warrior who was nicknamed the Asura Monk because of his strength he was ranked second after Swordsman Zou Fan. After Wang Ge said so, hundreds of swordsmen started to come out of their hiding places. chyou Chen started to grin, as the sensation of his heartbeat starting to race was getting stronger. "Is this going to be the end for me," thought Chyou Chen who started to feel a tremor in his legs.

I looked like a mess, but a living mess. The elevator dinged on the third floor, and I stepped out into the quiet hallway, the soft carpet muffling my footsteps like a secret I was trying to keep from the world. My heels clicked faintly despite the carpet, each step sending a little jolt through my already unsteady balance. I focused on not spilling the drink, the tray wobbling just enough to make me curse under my breath.

I was running through the warzone trying to get to where they were I feel like I need to see who that man is, it's the most important, I run up through the brushes and climb the rock to get to where they are and just as I was closing in on them, a sword, a long Golden sword pierces through the man, right through his heart. With that all the creatures scream and screech as though feeling his pain, feeling him slowly die, the women who stood before him topple over and it's then I see they have one foot and one hoof, what on earth is that?

I promised her. I stepped down to the middle tier of the dais, raising my steel broadsword. I could not use the sharp edge. A lethal strike would trigger the magic inside them. I flipped the heavy weapon in my hands, gripping the hilt tightly, presenting the flat, blunt side of the blade. The first wave of sleepers reached the steps. They lunged forward in absolute unison. Their hands stretched out, their fingers curling into rigid claws, their mouths opening to reveal an unnatural, violet glow pooling in the back of their throats.

My breath stuttered as I opened them. YSL heels!!!! Damn! It was sleek, sharp, and unapologetically powerful. The gold logo gleamed against smooth leather, the heels were impossibly high and it was not designed for comfort, but for command. These are the kind of shoes that change the way a woman walks, the way a room reacts when she enters it.

His dark, soulless eyes pierced straight through me, and an uncontrollable tremor shook my limbs as a sadistic smirk stretched across his lips. "You are coming right back home to me, Raegan," he sneered. Before the words could fully process, a sharp, white-hot flash of agony exploded in my abdomen as his fist struck my stomach with brutal force. His mocking laughter echoed through the empty lot as my vision began to fracture. I felt my weakened body being lifted off the ground, and right before the suffocating darkness completely swallowed my consciousness, I managed to force a final, venomous phrase past my lips. "Fuck you... Archie."

The silver weave catches the torchlight, emphasizing the lean, powerful contours of my chest and the clean line of my collarbones, sharp as hunting blades. "Did you honestly think I wouldn't recognize royal tailoring, little sister?" I whisper to the empty room, sliding my feet into the towering silver-rimmed boots. They are ridiculously high, designed to force a wolf into a tense, ready-to-strike posture, but my balance is absolute. I take three silent paces across the stone floor. Perfect.

They instructed, umupo naman ang mga lalaki sa gilid namin at gumitna kaming mga girls. Umalis si Prof Fie, "Come here, girls." Sumunod kami roon at nakakita ng sandamakmak na libro at heels. Jeez, ito na yata 'yung part na nakikita ko sa mga movies na kailangan ng libro for proper walking. "Kumuha kayo ng isa." I picked one book, "Kunin niyo ang heels na sakto sa size ng paa ninyo." Nag-try ako ng iba't ibang heels, tapos sumakto sa akin 'yung isang silver heels na siguro 2 inches tall lang tapos may strap then walked back sa pwesto namin kanina.

Using heels was mine. And that's exactly what I did. I kicked my leg and my heels flew in the air. I swiftly caught, having done it over a million times. I pulled my hand back and threw it will the force and strength in my body. I wanted to aim at his crotch and dismember him forever but I couldn't. It wasn't his fault. Not entirely. So I had aimed at his shin instead. All my heels were custom made. The sharp part was so sharp that it could cut through anything. I've killed countless people with my heels alone. About a thousand times. I had a perfect aim.

The hard mouth twisted in a small smile and Alanis thought she detected approval in his narrowed eyes as he crossed his arms and leaned lazily against the cream linen-covered wall behind him. “You're very petite…” he said softly as his gaze wandered over her, from the top of her mass of curly strawberry blonde hair, tied high on her head in a restrained knot from which the odd tendril curled tightly, down to her small feet wearing expensive Italian leather heels that were nevertheless wonderfully comfortable and practical for a busy day like this one had been. “Is that why you keep all that marvelous hair balanced on your head like that?” “Not at all,” she replied quickly. ‘Keep calm… Don't