Vampire Diaries Shoes Novels & Stories

She says running in the room holding a box which could only be my shoes. She hands it to me, “Sorry I’m late I got distracted.” She blushes. I smile at her, “Its ok, I understand.” I open the box and my mouth drops to the floor. “Do you like them.” She asks nervous. “Like them, I love them, Vi they are gorgeous, thank you.” I pull her in for a big hug. I put them on and stand in the mirror checking them out with my dress. They really are stunning but very high thank the goddess I’m a shifter otherwise I don’t think I would be able to walk in them.

He speeds into the closet, and I make my way over to the box. I pick up the shoes; they have a rounded closed toe and are black like my dress, but the heel itself, which is way too high, is covered in sparkling red rubies. I lay the shoes on the bed, knowing I’ll need Samael’s help putting them on… and also walking in them.

But now that I was married, mother and her sisters had gone to shop for my clothes for me while I had been too busy doing other stuff, and all they had shipped for me were ninety percent flimsy and way too revealing. I moved towards the shoe rack on the left end of the room and couldn’t help the way my eyes trailed over Luca’s shoes. They were a lot and way more than a hundred pairs by the look of it. I moved a little from side to side, chewing on the left corner of my lower lip as I reached forward and picked up a transparent type of heels, which thankfully had a really low hell, and didn’t have a show back. It was like a slide and a sandal combined together and I placed the pair on the gro

His heart pounded in his chest as he leaned forward. Vera's expensive black heels gleamed under the light. The spilled coffee had stained the tip of her right shoe. The design was unmistakable—custom leather, with a red sole that screamed luxury and cruelty at once. Lucien closed his eyes and pressed his tongue against the surface of the shoe. The taste was bitter, and his pride shattered with each second that passed. He could hear a soft gasp from a maid behind him. Someone shifted uncomfortably, but no one dared step forward.

I say. I dug around a few more times settling on a pair of gold glitter court shoes with a 4” heel. Very pretty and actually set the dress off perfectly. They fit ok, slightly loose but they will do just for one night. Rae’s shoes fit on the tight side but she agreed its one night we can cope. Plus werewolves heal super quickly so she won’t suffer long if they hurt.

I said with a chuckle. I finally managed to pick black washed out ripped jeans, a white crop top and black low styled heels so I didn't get cramps in the arch of my foot if I stayed in them too long. I straightened my dark long locks and applied minimal makeup with dark red lippy before assessing my choice in look. "Hmm I could pass as a vampire," I joked judging from how pale I looked. "A sexy vampire at that," Z winked causing me to chuckle. "This is a human party right? I don't want to risk liking another werewolf only to find out they have a mate."

I inhaled deeply and focused on the ground, letting the dark red glaze over my eyes. Two blue shoe print suddenly appeared. I gasped and instantly regretted cussing out Shadow but we still needed to have that conversation. The prints, I suspect were a size 11. I was no expert on determining the type of shoes, so I made a sketch in my notebook. My phones camera would not be able to capture it. I observed the prints closely, a black smoke resonated off of them and as I placed my hands over it, it hummed. It felt….wrong, almost as wrong as it felt to be around the vampires. Though there was something different about it wrongness, what I felt wasn’t anger, it was something akin to fear but not q

“Why didn't you ask for your size?” “I had no idea they'll give me something small” I argued. It was truly not my fault. I struggled trying to pull the shorts up and one of my nails broke. I muttered an ouch and pulled out my hands. I starred at the chipped nail, I would have to cut it off. I had been keeping nails while trying to blend into the partial vampire nature, I had noticed all vampires had long nails, but theirs were a lot more study. Daphne walked up to me and grabbed the shorts by either side. “Hold on tight” she mutters and I hold unto her neck as she forces the shorts up to my waist.

Seeing that things had calmed down, Kinsley continued the discussion that had been delayed, namely the second reason for holding this meeting. "The second time, I gathered you here to inform you. That is for peace between the two worlds, preventing human casualties and revealing our identity as a race of vampire clans—the human world. If any one of you violates and sucks human blood or uses your powers in front of humans, I ensure that person gets the punishment he deserves. That's it!" After saying what he should have said, Kinsley got up. Everyone stood and bowed their heads in salute before Kinsley walked out of the meeting room. "May success always be with the Kingdom of Willesden!" Said

pressure of the conversation, I start looking for a pair of heels for the dress I picked out. Talvin watches as I hold a pair of shoes up to determine if they are a good pick. After placing back my third pair, he hands me a couple of dazzling silver stilettos. “These are nice.” He insists as he passes them to me gently. “I was supposed to wear these to my high school reunion a few years ago.” My voice is trailing off at the memory of the day. “Why didn’t you?” Talvin’s general curiosity is pulling me from the thoughts. “Your father decided that I shouldn’t go. He gave me some excuse for why we should stay home and skip it this time. I had gotten my hair done professionally and everything. F