Vampire High Heels Novels & Stories

The sharp sound of stiletto heels echoed on the marble floor. When the pair of black, red-soled high heels—identical to the ones Elara used to wear—appeared in front of him, Harvey's eyes widened in shock!

The scream that tore through her throat reverberated through the whole bloody manor, its incredibly high pitch and intensity even managing to grate on the vampire's sensitive hearing. Damn it. Damn those fucking paper napkins. And damn that way too sensible skin of hers. He heard that chair screech right before noticing her stumbling out of that dining room like a frightened little animal, her kitten heels producing loud clicking sounds as she ran down the hallway. Yep. That was definitely not the best of choices for a desperate flee from your soon-to-be executioner.

There was a fire escape on the side of the building, just outside the window. It looked like nobody had touched it in years. The iron railings were eaten with rust, and the whole thing looked ready to come apart. This was a private vampire banquet hall. The people who came here were high-ranking vampires. No one had imagined anyone would dare strike here. And no one had imagined that these untouchable nobles would ever be reduced to crawling out down a rusted fire escape to save their own lives. I cracked the window open. I was about to gauge the distance to the staircase, then turn back to call Alexander.

I looked at my side to think about it and then Drake tried to convince me again, "I know you also do not want to show for the first time to our fellow vampires as an heiress without any gifts. And tomorrow is your chance to prevent that from happening, okay? So just agree with us, for this is a very rare chance for us! We offered something to her yesterday, and the door of the heart of the palace opened. That means she's still in there. This is an opportunity you shouldn't waste yourself." I don't know what's keeping me from not agreeing with this great opportunity in front of me. Drake is right, I really do not want to show for the first time to our entire land as a royal blood who didn't p

Of course, she was smart to know she should keep her distance from them to give them their space and not disturb them. Hearing Tyler's order, Jade went over to be with Vicky. After last night, Vicky was very tired, and all she wanted was to go home to sleep. Whether or not she had the mood to go shopping, she could not reject it—especially when Tyler was in the mood and wanted to take her shopping. Jade and Vicky remained where they were and attracted much attention. Thus, Jade suggested, "Ma'am, why don't I bring you around?" Vicky noticed the attention they attracted and nodded lightly. When they passed by the shoe section, she saw a pair of silver high heels. The shoes sparkled like the s

Samael and I relax by the fire for a little while, until Heidi and Harlow show up to help me get ready for dinner. They apply a light layer of make-up on my face, and style my hair in a half up-do, leaving a few curls loose. The dress they put me in is midnight blue, it's fitted at the top but flows to the floor in layers and has dainty lace sleeves. “Do vampires always dress this fancy for dinner?” I ask, as Harlow places a pair of heels in front of me, which I step into cautiously.

She couldn't outrun him, even she should know that. The vampire became a blur before he was right in front of the girl, forcing her into a skidding halt. He grabbed her frail, shaking body by her arm, his smirk growing more menacing as his fangs came into view. She didn't even have time to beg before the vampire sank his teeth into her neck earning another high-pitched scream. I just stood there, horrified. I've seen that girl before, and that was not her Master. I looked towards my Master as if he would help the girl.

The back dips low too, baring my spine all the way down to the small of my back. Next, Versace Medusa Chain high heels, jet black with gold accents. I sit on the edge of the bed, fastening the straps. When I stand, I have to take a second to find my balance. My calves flex, my posture shifting. I feel taller, sharper, like every inch of me demands attention.

She grabbed a pair of high heels and tossed them to me. "How high are these death traps?" I asked, eyeing the eight-inch heels with a mix of awe and trepidation. "What? You want to party with models, you gotta look the part," Andra said, already slipping on her own sky-high heels. "The higher the heels, the more attention you get." I took the heels with a reluctant sigh, struggling to balance as I strapped them on. Almost losing my footing, I flailed—but Andra caught me just in time, laughing hysterically.

It was made of dark blue satin with its vamp covered with small diamonds. “These are the latest Versace high heels, and our country has only fifty pairs of new arrivals. I asked many of my friends for help to buy a pair of them. You are so lucky. You didn’t ask for them, but he directly bought a pair for you.” Hearing that, the young girls around showed an envious look. After all, no girl didn’t want a rich and considerate boyfriend. A girl couldn’t help asking, “Miranda, who is the gentleman you are talking about?”