Vampire High Heels Novels & Stories

Hannah tucked a stray lock behind her ear before raising her head in satisfaction. High heels were definitely a woman's best friend when it came to confrontational situations. Ever since Hannah had gotten used to wearing heels, she'd fallen in love with them. It felt extremely satisfying to be able to kick someone down while wearing high heels. Hailee was so stunned by Hannah's display of violence that she could only remain rooted to the spot. It was then she finally remembered how ferocious Hannah actually was. Because of that, she didn't dare to move an inch, though her expression was frozen in terror.

It was a maid, she was trembling as she stared at the Alpha's body. “Y-you… You… Killed the Alpha. Y-you murdered Alpha Cassius…” She stuttered, trying to string her words together, her fingers trembling as she pointed at me. “Shut up or else I'll send you to go join him,” I interrupted her coldly, my eyebrows slightly raised and my whole demeanor screamed of blood. I heard footsteps rushing up the stairs, the maid had alerted them when she shouted. I would've stayed to fend them off given my power as the Vampire Queen but I was just an ordinary omega right now, a blood slave, with no power at all so I chose the easiest way out.

he said, trying to keep his mind off the feeding frenzy, "but I don't want to go through Vampire TSA again." Ashley's laughter was like music to his ears. He slid an arm across her shoulders as they found a more secluded area in which to enjoy their night together. Not for the first time since meeting her he thanked whatever god or goddess that existed for his girlfriend's hedonistic lifestyle. While most of the Vampires around were wearing clothes that were more suited to the time period in which they were born, Ashley was wearing nothing more than high heels, a black babydoll negligée and panties to match. The lingerie was cut just high enough to barely see the curvature of her thigh where

Mavery said. “You’ve seen this, my Mave,” the little one said. The surprises kept coming. This little one knew of Mavery’s future visions. Not something he thought anyone besides him and his own knew. “Yes,” Mavery said. Who was this deadly being his mavery had just bequeathed him to, and why did mavery trust her with their existence and her secret? He opened his mouth about to speak when one of his people launched at the little one, taking a bite from her waist. He watched in a trance as the little one’s body stretched up and back, her head falling back just a bit as her feet lifted on tiptoe. That’s when he noticed she was wearing ballet shoes like his mavery. She struck a pose of beauty,

Ch-4 Adira was about to run away from that place. She thought she could just hide from everyone, using her brother as her shield. But everything is messed up! Can’t she even have a breather from all this? When she took her first step to run, she mistakenly stepped on the tail of her behaviors her eyes, she was sure that she would kiss the ground. She expected that she would fall to the ground from the moment she saw these high heels. She has a habit of wearing eight-inch or ten-inch heels but these were twelve-inch heels. She felt like she was walking on ice, rather than on the red carpet. She already had expected that she would fall to the ground at the start but falling in this situation w

“Let’s go, before he somehow comes back early and destroys my plan.” I shake my head but follow behind her. There is an eager skip in her step as we walk out. “I’ve never seen you in heels, are you going to risk it?” she holds out two very long looking silver high heels and I immediately shake my head. I’m not about to break my neck walking in those death traps. She laughs, seeing the look of absolute horror on my face.

Under Velour’s neon, she passed for exactly what Hector liked to keep on his arm when he wanted to remind Amelia what she wasn’t. And the heels. Stilettos so sharp at the toe they looked less like shoes and more like weapons. Pointed enough to pierce stone if she stomped hard enough. Pointed enough to draw blood. Amelia knew. She’d seen those heels used that way before. For a moment, the woman didn’t see her. She was too busy with the power bank in her manicured hand, thumbing the cable into her iPhone with the bored impatience of someone who’d never had to wait for anything.

she asks referring to the high socks. "Black?" I say unsure. She murmurs 'I thought so' and commands me to take my shower quick. "Change to this after showering." She is bossy as ever. I look over the uniform neatly ironed and folded on my drawer. So Trenfor High has a uniform I say to myself remembering the name of the school from the man last night. I am checking from afar the 'disguise' prepared for me. Cute uniform, flat black shoes, black high socks, black ribbon pony tail, black-rimmed study glasses, maroon backpack and braces. Braces?

Everyone's gaze shifted to that part of the venue. The fleeting gleam of the stars, of the same moon, focused even more on that spot. Her figure was the most perfect anyone had ever seen. Her hair, so perfectly wavy and partially braided down the center, her posture... the Hourglass Dress she wore, a dress that would look as perfect on no one else as it did on her. Its deep black color against the shimmering stars and the moon made her appear radiant. Everyone stared at her without blinking as she walked towards the dance floor, her heels making a sound with every step.

Victor rebuked, “Learn to speak like a lady, will you?” “Learn to speak like a lady, will you?” mimicking Victor’s tone, I repeated in a sneered face. Big size lady’s shoes are surely uneasy to be found, we searched all around the mall to get just one pair of red leather high heels. They’re in pointed toe and thin stem, I was having a very ominous feeling about wearing them.