Vampire High Heels Novels & Stories

"Sit so I can practice." "Do we have to do this? I'm not a great canvas for-" "You're a great canvas. You fit all the necessary characteristics. You have nice skin and you're physically present." "Bells, please." Arabella stood, tilting her chin ominously. "This house is about to be full of ghosts and sirens and other vampires who are socialites professionally. If you think I am going to risk looking anything other than drop dead stunning, you've got another thing coming. Now sit."

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.

💉Tiara p.o.v 💉 It's time for the first prey to be sacrificed. I took off my bracelet and turn to half a bat and half of my vampiress's face, and disappeared into the thin air. I got to his house and decided to play some tricks on him, I started changing the light in his sitting room to different colours. I can see how scary he was, I used my necromancy power to break his plates and anything breakable in his kitchen at least he will die today, even when I finish draining his blood I will still demolish his apartment so as not to leave any traces for investigation.

effusively for helping her, leaning heavily on his arm as she complained about the uneven gravel on the forecourt. “You should have worn flat shoes like Veronica,” Sasha told her. “Excuse me? Flat shoes...? Ugh, no, never.” She shuddered. “I always wear high heels,” she confided to J.J. “I think they’re so much more feminine.” Lifting her foot, Vicky held out one slim, elegant ankle for his inspection. “Very pretty,” J.J. approved, “but you’d better hang onto me. We don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

We moved quickly through the crowd, dodging the many bodies that filled the room, eyes falling in my direction for only a second; though I knew from the warning that I couldn’t meet their gazes. I had to play the part of a good slave. The prince stopped at a small step, his seat high above the others and ushered me to go first; my head low as I climbed it without hesitation and took my place to the right of the high-backed chair. I knelt as fast as I could whilst attempting to remain somewhat graceful, my head low and I clenched my eyes shut, I had never been in the presence of so many high-class vampire families before. The pounding of my own heart in my ears reminding me of how mortal I wa

She then massages her ankle and it still aches! Akira then let out a bitter smile, “I got hurt from tripping on a stair.” She said to herself, with her voice could not believe that she, who is one of the strongest, got hurt and had to be helped by a vampire so she didn't fall and hit her head on the ground. She gritted her teeth, trying to not let out a whimper while ascending the stairs to the third floor. Her hands tightly gripped the handrail trying to support her body.

He then takes off running to finish the red hair thorn in his back. Amber regained herself, shook off the ache in her head from her hair nearly being pulled out of her scalp. She notices he was coming and new she didn’t have much longer before her secret sauce wore off. She looked around and saw a rusty iron rod lying next to the trash bin. She reached for it and threw it right at him. It pierced his chest in mid-flight, and he landed just in front of her. He grabbed the rod and chuckled. “I am a Vampire bitch! This can’t hurt me. I untouchable.”

Mia's POV "Woah," I looked up at the grand scenery before me. The hotel where the party was being held was nothing short of magnificent, as most things were in the life of the vampire society. Some people would even say it was a bit extravagant after seeing the glass chandeliers, the golden—not silver, that would be bad—cutlery, deep oaken chairs and tables, and carved-out ice sculptors. But not me. Those things would become common items if you found yourself living to the ages of one hundred, two hundred, three hundred, hell, even six hundred in the cases of some of the purebloods in attendance tonight.