Vanessa Lachey Feet Novels & Stories

But she has just met me… I want to go slowly. “Would you like her to come up here?” She spoke so low I had to move closer. “You can bathe me…” I shook my head okay, and gently wiped her down, pouring water over her as I cleaned her skin. I was surprised by her demon features too. She had leafy green hair, and leaves that sprouted from her wrist and ankle, and went to her figure and big toe. They stopped in between the figure and toe. The leaves had flowers at the end, which made it look like they were put on, and not a part of her body. She had one more flower with a leaf on either side in the middle of her chest. At the moment, the leaves and flowers look wilted. I assumed it was because sh

Not to mention, I even dared to touch him just now! I could hear his footsteps getting closer, causing me to bend my back forward and lower my head even more. My heart beats in anticipation the moment his feet stopped in front of me. I refused to even breathe. Ever so closely, he leans down to whisper on my ear. "Unless you want me to bend you further and take you from behind, I suggest you stand straight already, Luna Leaxandra." I stood straight in an instant, even shifting to the farthest side of the room with my back on the wall out of instincts. He's fucking crazy, that's why.

Her auburn weave was in a ponytail. “Hey, you. Been shopping?” Lacey asked as she pulled the white ear buds out of her ears. “Yeah, but I didn’t see anything that I wanted. I just window-shopped,” Layla lied as she walked to her friend. “Darn it. If I didn’t have to push my work out for this afternoon, I would have gone with you,” Lacey said as she lightly jogged in place. She was a few inches shorter than Layla, who was five-foot-six when she wasn’t wearing heels. She had chocolate, flawless skin, which contrasted Layla’s light, urban hue.

Vanessa's Ideal Presentation Vanessa was standing beside Liam, her hand held firmly in his as if they had been a couple for years. She was ideal, as always. Her dark brown hair was tied back into a sleek ponytail, her makeup flawless, her dress tucked in just right to accentuate her figure. She was every inch the future Luna—graceful, poised, and confident. I reminded myself that I didn't care. That it did not matter. But the way she clung to Liam, the way she spoke something in his ear and laughed when he smiled at her—it cut my stomach in a way I didn't care for.

Big fat lie. I am interested because my body wants him so damn badly it aches for him to touch me with those big hands of his. I want to feel his weight on me and those fat lips kissing mine, down my neck and okay, time to stop with that. He is a grade one Asshole. Capital A. She chuckles then turns back to continue hanging clothes up. From her bag she takes some shoes out. Black ballet pumps, fawn ballet pumps, a pair of Slazenger sneakers and a pair of Jimmy Choo heels. My girl loves her Choos.

I stated. The Fayte’s have bigger feet. Only little Delilah could fit into the flats I’d given her. “I can’t wear these.” Crista frowned. “Looks like you and I got big feet.” Persephone smiled, shrugging as she wiggled her bare toes on the carpet.

I whisper, my fingers trembling on the fabric. Sophie gasps, snatching it to drape over me. “Leah! This is… wow. The back? Insane. And it’s so soft. He’s got taste.” I’m still frozen when she dives into the next bag. Outcome the shoes are sleek black patent leather strappy sandals with delicate crisscross ankle straps and a sharp pointed toe. The heel is a wicked four inches, thin and high, promising endless legs and careful steps. Sophie slips one onto my foot right there on the couch; it fits like a glove.

Joel croaked. “Think of this as judgement day,” Vanessa said from the shadows. I sat shirtless in the armchair facing the bed, legs spread. “You know,” I said calmly, “I always trusted you both so much. But I think it’s time for your own taste of medicine.” Chloe cooed. “Alex, baby…what’s this?” “Shhh. Enjoy.” Vanessa strutted out in a black lace lingerie that barely covered anything, thigh high boots, a leather whip in one hand with an eye mask dangling from her other fingers.

“I thought these Louis Vuitton’s with the red bottoms I have on was supposed to do that.” “Both are supposed to do that.” Chastity looked at herself in the full-length mirror in her bedroom. Her hair was down over her shoulders. The ends curled at the bottom and her bangs folded back away from her face. “David,” Chelsea said. Everyone was shortening his name these days. “Doesn’t Auntie Chaz look pretty?” The wide-eyed toddler slowly smiled. He was holding a high heeled shoe in both hands. “He’s biased,” Chastity said flatly.

"I'm Micah. This is my sister, Layla." Layla nodded once. No smile. Just... studying us. Like she was measuring something. There was a moment of awkward silence before Vanessa spoke again, her tone a little more careful. "So, um, I know this is going to sound weird, but... are you—" she lowered her voice—"like me?" Layla's eyes sharpened instantly. "Like you?" "Yeah, you know..." Vanessa hesitated, glancing around. "Witchy." Layla's jaw tightened. "No."