Vegeta Heels Novels & Stories

“You’ll need to practice walking in these.” I blinked. I’ve been practising how to walk properly, but with low heels, not these sky-high ones. I remembered how Marbel and Valentina walked so effortlessly. Maybe… maybe it’s not just the lack of a wolf. Maybe my appearance is part of why Hayden never looks at me. I quickly pushed the thought away. Hayden is cold and ruthless. That’s all. I slid the heels on. They looked nice, but… did I mention I hate heels? I really don’t like them. I’m more comfortable in low shoes and loose clothes.

“You will need to rebuild those muscles slowly and that means flats. Not kitten heels, not wedges- flats. Preferably comfortable and loose-fitting.” I try to think of what Evie would do if she were told she could no longer wear her favorite footwear, the heels that allow her to look down on everyone despite her naturally petite frame. She’d be pissed and sad. So I just look at Atticus and think of all the things he’s done in the past few years to piss me off. It must have worked because the doctor gave me a good-natured laugh. “I know, sweetie, it’ll be hard, but it is for your own good.”

The fabric ended just below her knees. Cara then opened the box and found size nine, open-toed heels, with a black strap clasped around the ankles. Cara slipped on the heels and saw her reflection in the mirror which hung above the counter. Her hair, still in its bun from the funeral, seemed convenient and perfect for the outfit she wore.

“Bring some more pairs. Prettiest one!” Markus ordered. As the attendant returned with the pair of exquisite heels, Valeria couldn't tear her eyes away from their dazzling beauty. Each delicate detail seemed to shimmer and sparkle under the boutique's soft lighting, making her feel like she owned the world that day. Markus's eyes lit up with a mixture of anticipation and delight as he watched Valeria's reaction. With a tender smile, he crouched down beside her, his hands reaching out to gently take one of the heels from the attendant.

“Welcome…” Xyla looked at the prettiest sales assistant with short hair in front of her. “I’d like to have a closer look at the pair of silver high heels by the display window. Could you bring it to me so I could try it on? I’m size 37,” Xyla said. The sales assistant with short hair seemed overjoyed. “Sure, sure… I’ll get it for you right away. Ms. Quest, Mr. Batton… Please come with me and have a seat over here…”

“It’s two weeks from now. I’ll text you nearer to the date. Do you even know my shoe size?” Lisa smiled mysteriously. “Twenty-three point five centimetres long, eleven centimetres wide with nine-centimetres ankle height.” Staring at the devilish woman in disbelief, Lisa winked at me and told me she would prepare two-inch heels for me for the occasion before shoving me out of her shop. Once outside in the chilly weather, I shuddered. Lisa was a force not to be reckoned with. >>Xxx Destiny Aitsuji xxX<< “That was fast.”

It looks like a cloak, closing her body respectively. She hurried out of the room to the makeup artist so she could tie her head gear. She made so many pleats with the silver head gear, opening out at the back. She added some silver costumes to match with her outfit before slipping the Malono Blahnik silver ankle strap heels around her feet. Not knowing how to stand up in those heels, she felt Mika'il's hands helping her stand up which she was very grateful for. "You should not wear them if you can't walk carefully." He frowned at the heels looking like they just offended him, he looks cute.

Keeva’s POV The red bottom heels feel ridiculous on my feet. I have never worn heels before and I would never wear ones these high. I feel like I’m walking on stilts. ‘Fuck!’ I stumble and twist my ankle. Jonas outright laughs and Alpha Channon tires his best to suppress his laughter, in an attempt not to make me feel even more embarrassed. ‘Maybe a training heel would be better?’ The stick thin, snooty personal shopper asks whilst rolling her eyes. He looks lustily at Channon and Jonas with no effort whatsoever to hide her want for them. ‘How about a nice kitten heel, elegant and you won’t break your neck if you fall off them.’ A nice young man with come into the room with a flamboyant entr

“Those are too high! How many inches are those?!” “Too low, actually! Just wear them!” Vangie walked back to the bed and sat down. The stilettos were five inches high. She hadn’t worn heels like these in twenty years. She almost lost her balance a few times before she finally found her footing. “You’re trying to paralyze me!” she complained. Sheila just laughed. “Let’s go!” She dragged Vangie out of the room. Anton was quietly waiting outside—and his jaw dropped the moment he saw her.

Then she took off her heels and put on another pair of 4 inches heels that matched her dress. Suddenly, she couldn't help but groaning, "Ah."