Vampire High Heels Novels & Stories

She's the chosen one so she'd naturally feel attached to our species without even knowing. "Uhm, do you want me to set up a bed for you?" She asked me. "I wouldn't be sleeping." "So you're just going to sit there and watch me sleep?" "Basically. Or I could lay on the bed with you if you'd like." I shot her a smirk knowing full well what effect it had on her. Vampires could sense pretty well human emotions. She took a dazed glance at my lips then refocused back on my eyes. "N-no there would be more than fine." With that, she hopped on her bed and grabbed her laptop making me frown while watching her silently.

Valentine laughed. “Like I said, let’s not waste more time,” Pepper said as she handed the shoes she had to Valentine, in which she claimed. “Those are four-inched heels, and they won’t be that much hard since they’re almost the same as the ones you’re wearing – just an inch higher, though. Nothing to worry about.” Valentine twisted her wrist as she gazed at the shoes. They were painted in red and looked like they were sprinkled with sparkling dust. Her eyes caught sight of the heels. “Why… why do the heels look only an inch wide?”

Her blonde hair was no longer soft, smooth, shiny like in the day, but because she was awakened from sleep, it seemed messy like a pile of straw. Oralie's blue eyes seemed to be lost in the mist again, as if, trying to recall, what enemy did she have, who wanted to kill her so badly, seeing her as a thorn in her heart. the eye, the bone in the throat. Before she could think clearly, the vampire who was sitting on the other chair stood up, lifted his legs, and quickly walked out of the room. Seeing that, Oralie also hurriedly stood up and followed quickly. But it seems that because she did not wear shoes, Oralie was somewhat hesitant, afraid to step on those pieces of glass.

She was like a vase crafted from crystal, fragile and beautiful. When he had helped her hair become as smooth as it had been, he applied oil to the bump on her head and then took her shoes that matched the pink dress and carefully put them on her feet. Next, he told her to stay in the room and not go anywhere. Since the day Eirlys died, he had also returned to the habit that is characteristic of vampires, which is to sleep during the day and stay up at night. Today, because of her appearance, his activities were delayed, and he felt that his body was not very good.

With a serious face, Frey started talking about herself. There are two types of vampires.Pureblood and mixed-blood vampires.Pure-blooded vampires are the original descendants of ancestral vampires.While mixed vampires are obtained in various ways such as marriage between humans and vampires, or other ways.Frey is a pure-blooded vampire who has a body that looks the same as a human.Even so, she also has strength that exceeds ordinary humans.

“I’m fine without your company. There are many other men here who would love to have a girl such as yourself flaunted in front of them.” As if I told her to go whore herself around somewhere else, she straightens her back with a huff and stomps away. The high heels she’s wearing slip from under one foot, causing her to buckle slightly as she spins out of view. I try to keep a smile of satisfaction from finding my face at the awful attempt of trying to make me feel bad for letting someone like her get away, but it’s useless. A sly smirk forms across my mouth from her pitiful attempt.

"You are now officially student of Vampire high, welcome to Vampire High. You're journey begins here." ~~~ I smiled as I opened the door of my room and almost gasped as I was exposed to a large room, as in too big! Living room, kitchen Then there are two more hallways. It's a house and not a room. The interior theme is black and the furniture theme is white. There are paintings hanging on the wall. "Roommate." I looked at the one who's spoken. I saw the woman leaning against a wall where I could pass. Long black hair that I think is knee-length, black lipstick, black eyeliner, black nails, and is wearing a black t-shirt and black pants.

It was exactly what I needed. I slipped it on, the velvet cool and soft against my skin. I tied the waist belt, cinching it in. It hugged my curves in a way that made me feel feminine rather than "frumpy." I paired it with turquoise velvet stilettos - shoes with a heel so sharp they could be classed as a concealed weapon. I hadn't worn heels like this since before Harry was born. As I stepped into them, I felt my posture shift, my spine lengthening.

“Correct! So let’s move on to Lesson 2. In the next few days, you’ll get used to everything since we’re taking it step by step. I’ll just guide you whenever I see something that needs correction.” She held my arm and pulled me toward a row of boxes on the floor. “What’s that?” “Shoes.” My eyes practically turned into hearts. I loved shoes—especially unique designs. I hated plain ones, and if they had heels, they had to be one inch only, so I wouldn’t struggle walking. Belle opened a box. The heart-shape in my eyes immediately shattered. They were stilettos—with heels tall enough to be used as murder weapons. They must have been five inches high.

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.