Tails Blue Shoes Novels & Stories

She laughed at her own silly joke making Haven to roll her eyes. " I hope it really fits " She prays as she handed them over to Haven. Haven sat on the bed and dropped the shoes on the ground. Then she began to try them on, one by one. The first one was cream in color, it fitted her but Haven didn't like the color. The second was a pair of silver heels. It still fitted her leg making Haven turnbher leg here and there to see if it was okay. She loved the silver color, it was her favorite, but she felt it was a little bit tight. She wasn't sure she'd even be able to walk in heels. The third was just perfect– a perfect pair of light blue with some stones on it. It was neither high nor low, jus

“I think he likes them too. They’d be a good contrast. And a hint of your personality too.” She puts the pairs she’d found back then grabs the boots. They’re knee-high and made from lace with a ribbon on the outside of the leg, the inside has a zip. The shoes at the bottom are a more traditional pointed toe heeled shoe with a wide block heel that offers a bit more stability than a stiletto. The heels are three and a half inches tall. Her feet would be uncomfortable, but she’d manage for Kai’s reaction to the idea of her in them.

She applies a faint shimmer—just enough to add a touch of glamour to my look—while preserving the simplicity I hold dear. A third woman, her smile soft and serene, helps me into the dress, adjusting the fabric delicately as if she were placing a masterpiece upon me. The touch of the fabric against my skin is light and refreshing. The deep blue of the gown contrasts with my complexion, and I feel enveloped in a universe all its own, as if I am about to become part of something far greater than I could ever have imagined. Finally, the last of the women hands me the shoebox, opening it with an almost reverent air. The shoes are delicate, a shade of blue slightly darker than the dress, with a sm

Talia also takes a pair of shoes from my closet and takes a seat in the armchair across the room. Our heels click against the tiled floor as we each slide into our shoes. My platform stilettos are 6 inches, black and lethal, while Ellie chooses silver, strappy and completely impractical. Talia opts for a pair of open toed black wedges, and a small black clutch. All we put inside are our credit cards and extra lipstick. No phones are allowed on girls night, its rule number one. We leave the room laughing, walking down the staircase together while my adrenaline is buzzing.

His eyes zero in on my shoes and immediately widen in horror. “I will admit that I hate salads and appreciate you supporting and encouraging me to eat real food if you explain what the fuck is on your feet!” he exclaims, “To quote a certain Wakandan; WHAT ARE THOSE?!” he cries, gesturing dramatically to my shoes. I glance down at the shoes on my feet, “Don’t you go dissing my sandals,” I say defensively. I love these shoes. They’re open-toed sandals with a large white cushioned platform base, neon yellow detailing, extra padding under the heel and two translucent neon yellow buckles that strap over the top. I think they’re great.

When they'd gone to the line where those who sold boxes, Bliss had been allowed to choose. Brad, who'd come along with them to be porter, had suggested her getting the rubber ones with no zips which he insisted had more security and so Bliss had picked a sky blue plastic box which looked quite beautiful with it's jet black tires. Soon, they'd headed to the shoes section to get a pair of black cortina shoes which was part of their uniform as well as a pair of bathroom slippers for hostel use and fancy slippers for classes. In the furniture area, they'd gotten the standard student foam covered in a blue foam cover.

This was a fight waiting to happen. By the time I was back in my regular clothes, and Susan had my dress, Lexi and her mom were already looking at the shoes. Lexi was holding a red pair of heels, inspecting them. I wrinkled my nose at them. Her mom also had a white pair in her hand. I shook my head, and started looking. So many heels. My feet started to hurt just looking at them. Finally I found a few pairs of flats. The two that caught my attention were a pair of pointed toe silver ones, and a pair black ones that had a round toe, and tied around my ankle. I took booth pair over to a spot on the couch to try on.

Bronx’s POV “So, what pack did you come from, Tessa? I need to let your Alpha know you’re here,” I ask the blonde-haired, blue-eyed woman. Her clothes look inexpensive but brand new, unless you look at her shoes. She is wearing top of the line running shoes. I know because Kas bought a pair for herself a couple months ago. She felt uncomfortable spending so much money, so she took them back and bought a cheaper pair. I had Lenora and Ashley go out and buy her the original pair, but have not had an opportunity to give them to her yet.

—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.

The Trio left my outfit for my Grand Ceremony here. The dress is very form-fitting and shows a lot of skin. It is intricately made from the jeweled bodice down to the oceanic wave hem. Hues of blue cascade down the dress ending in a dark purple-blue. I love it but I can not imagine how much it must have cost. The Trio have done so much already to try and right the wrongs of our pasts.