Vampire High Heels Novels & Stories

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.”

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.

Across the room was a platform on which both a long main table and the live band stood. In the sea of people pinpricks of pale lavender stood out. Lavinia realized that the flecks of color were all the same dress, repeated over at least a dozen girls. Close by she could see a beautiful woman with dark eyes and auburn hair. The light-colored dress was low-cut and her hair was carefully styled to accentuate her open neck. She wore no necklace and her earrings only dipped as low as her jaw. As she raised her glass to her lips Lavinia could see that her nails were pointed claws and her fingers were slightly webbed. Her laugh echoed almost musically as she spoke to the tall shade beside her

she rolled her eyes then narrowed her eyes at Sophia who seems to be in so much discomfort. "You OK soph" Cassie asked. "These heels are killing me" Sophia muttered. She looked at her heels as she wiggles her feet and winced, luckily for me, I wore sneaker, I hated heels they gave me blisters. Sophia on the other hand prefers fashion to comfort. She always loved to look perfect, she's one to care about what people thought. "I told you not to wear them" I huffed angrily "if your legs has blisters, how are we going to race home?".

Alexa stood up and walked to the door but I vampire sped and blocked her way. “Where to?” I asked, yanking her into my arms as I sped back to the bed. “You said you needed to be Al…..” I crashed my lips against hers as she moaned, pulling me with my hair closely as my fangs came out, nibbling her lower lip. .. .. 💕 Alexa’s POV 💕 .. .. I moaned as my clothes came off, leaving me in my pantalets and satin shoes. Gosh…….is he about to…..oh my God.

Next to it was a pair of strappy silver heels, and a black and red hairpin that looked like an heirloom or what summoned the demon that created the vampires. I checked the dress for any needles- I didn’t want to be pricked to death-, then dawned on it. I wasn’t surprised to see it was a good fit, leaving my entire back on display. The neckline hung on low, revealing the alley between my breasts. It has a long slit that left the whole thigh out. If they wanted me in a lingerie, they could have simply said so.

I said brilliantly. "No way!! Sneakers, no, no, no. Now hurry up, we need to do the make - up. And we are wasting time arguing!" Veronica said, clapping her hand to hurry everyone up. I sighed and slipped my feet into the 100-inch heel. "How much inch is this? because I don't think I can step up to bring my other feet in my other heel." I said. "Relax, it's not that tall, it's only a 3 inch heel." Minerva said and helped me put on the other shoe.

“We weren’t expecting anyone… feral.” That one was perfume and powdered venom. Sweetened poison. Her heels clicked even when she wasn’t moving, like she could announce her dominance with every gesture. I finally looked up, and the vampire girl’s smirk was painted on like her lipstick, bold, blood-red, and impossible to ignore. She looked at me like I was gum on a five-hundred-year-old shoe. The third came last, with silk gloves and a velvet voice. “I heard she lit a spell before anyone trained her. Dangerous. Or maybe just unstable.”

it means vampire, it has many names actually but the most well known is the vampire. I kept reading looking for the way to break the bondage bond but I started to worry as every time I read, I only found out that the only way to break it is with death, my heart flips in terror as I did not accept this, there must be some other way to get him off my back. —Book fanatic? I get a huge scare when he appears from the corner of my closet. "Holy shit seriously it's too creepy his appearances." He picks up the book that fell out of my hands from the scare, cocks a smile as he sees I was reading.

—the latter being a crucial element of their plan. The dress—or “dress,” if you wanted to be polite—was nothing short of a chaotic masterpiece. The bodice was a structured silver mess of geometric cutouts that somehow made her look like an art installation, and the full skirt? Electric blue and fuchsia gradients, with strategically placed LED lights that subtly pulsed as she moved, like her body was a rave. The back was mostly open, criss-crossed with silver chains, and she was rocking holographic platform boots that added five inches of height, which—let’s be honest—she desperately needed. Her hair was styled in a towering updo with streaks of blue, as if she’d asked the stylist, “Can you m