Vampire High Heels Novels & Stories

The vampires started to charge towards Reinhard. Clanggg~... Daggers and claws clashed against each other. While the two vampires who are now dealing with Alexis also do the same thing. Their claws clashed against Alexis's scythe. It seemed like tonight's hunt would be much more difficult than they had been so far. *** The long claws of the two high-level vampires that continued to attack Alexis made the girl unable to get out of her defensive position. During the few minutes the battle lasted, all Alexis could do was parry attack after attack that the two top-tier vampires had launched at her.

Stacy said "Fine," I replied, knowing she wasn't going to let the subject go. "Great," Stacy said, handing me a pair of red high-heeled shoes. "Put these on." I looked at Stacy like she was crazy. "Girl, you must want me to break my neck. I was not made to wear high heels, and you know that," I said, and Stacy looked at me. "Yeah, you are right. These will do more harm than good for you." **********************************

There is the danger of not enough material to even cover her butt, so with every step she takes the lacy underwear are on display. To top it off we were given black two inch heels to wear and they make my ass look bigger. Walking in them is pure fucking torture and I'd like to kill the person who thought shoes like this should be made, now I'm wishing for those ugly shorter pumps back. I've never worn heels so high in my life and with my natural height I tower over all the females and some of the males here in my bare feet. I feel like a giant freak and now most of these perverted males are going to be tit level. This is a whole different set of problems for me right now.

The music blasted through the living room and everyone enjoyed the music, including me, of course. Every once in a while, I would check up on the boys, making sure that they were having enough drinks. I want them all to get wasted tonight, including Alex, which was the only way for me to sneak inside his office room. "Do vampires even get drunk?" I asked Elena, who laughed before nodding, her dance moves already getting sloppy. "Special wine darling! Vervain or some shit mixed, I don't know!" she giggled before walking up to James and grinding her back against him. She's definitely drunk

She winked at Maeve who just rolled her eyes. “Stay out of the bedrooms too. Take your shenanigans somewhere else,” Maeve told her as she leaned down to select from the shoes that were placed in front of her. She stared at them critically, then, went for the stilettos. Maeve loved a good high heel. They accentuated her already long legs and made her feel sexier than she already felt.

The sunlight poured through the penthouse windows in warm gold, catching dust motes that spun lazily in the air. Chloe stretched on the couch, her phone balanced on her stomach, while Zoe sat cross-legged on the floor surrounded by a chaotic pile of clothes. Melinda leaned against the armchair, sipping coffee from a giant mug, watching Zoe with mild amusement. “Okay, hear me out,” Zoe said, holding up a black lace dress that looked like it belonged more at a gothic funeral than a theme park. “Vampire queen. It’s sexy, it’s dramatic, it’s spooky. All eyes on you.”

She licked the rim of her cup. “Thank you, darling,” she purred, her voice low but loud enough for me to hear. “It’s just like the other night… when you hunted this for me. That Blood Rush was absolutely divine. I never knew losing control could feel so… exquisite.” Blood Rush. A state where a vampire, high on prime blood, not only has their power surge, but their libido hits its peak. So while I was fasting and praying for our wedding, they were out in the wild, indulging in this filthy ecstasy.

That paired with the black top and red leather skirt I bought today, I look like a vamp. I get out some heels, I usually only use for attention sake before the race. They are black, very thin strappy sandales on 5,5 inch thin metall heels. I'm going to hate myself for wearing them tonight. They are sure going to be my death. But it's going to be so worth it. These shoes alone cry out to fuck me. And if Dean comes along this is going to be a tiny revenge on him.

As we were walking back to our room, Red suddenly ran into a girl who was wearing reading glasses. "I'm sorry," he apologized as we helped her collect her books. "It's all right," the woman said. She looked like someone who enjoyed studying, was petite, had two braids on each side of her shoulders, and wore thick reading glasses. Looking at her ID lace, I could tell she was a vampire. "We'll assist you in carrying these books." I smiled at her and reached for her books, but Red suddenly stopped me and asked the girl. "Are you one of our classmates?" Red asked with a sneer. I know Red is annoyed with our classmates, and the girl also feels Red's annoyance with her.

“What do you mean, I have to wear this? I’ve worn nothing like this before. I don’t know if I can walk in these.” Tara held up a pair of high-heeled silver scrappy sandals. “It’s one thing to be a complete shoe or boot with a heel. But these are begging to break my ankle the first crack in the sidewalk I find. Or I’ll miss a stair and end up on my head at the bottom of the stairs.”