Vegeta Heels Novels & Stories

Damn those heels. @Death Wish

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."

Alex P. O. V The blurry men who were standing outside the private room raised their eyebrows at me .I could clearly see the question written all over their face 'What the hell this girl is trying to?'.I could not blame them if they are not seduced by my seduction skills. I do not know what fuck I am trying to do. It was safe to say the least I was trying not to fall on the ground on my face while walking in six inch heels . At least if something goes wrong I can use those as a weapon. You never know how much a heel can be a great weapon other than fracturing your ankles until you use them. I could stab them in their eyes with my heels.

Reed’s pov “I am surprised you summoned me.” her voice sharp as freshly cut diamonds reached my ears and it take every ounce of my will power not to flinch in front of her. I turned slowly, making sure not to look at her face directly. My eyes caught the first sight of her feet. On her feet, Hecate wore silver sandals; her greaves cover her legs completely, and they are incredibly sturdy. The greaves are fastened with an extra strap across the top, probably for the easy removal.

"But –" "Shut your mouth!" Patricia was livid. "Now walk" Victoria takes a step towards the door, she tries not to put pressure on the leg while putting up a wide smile. "It's done, everything will be perfect tomorrow. The photoshoot will be wonderful" Patricia said so dreamingly. "She will be able to walk in heels right?" The man nodded but that wasn't true. Athletes don't walk on heels but this was what Patricia wanted. He warned her about it but she wanted something stronger that would make her immune to pain.

This new face is who I am, who I was born to be: A grown woman, independent, with likes and dislikes, with strong opinions and who doesn't take shit home. I'm 1.72 m tall and I don't wear high heels, after all, spending 12 to 48 hours on my feet isn't for everyone and even less should be done in heels, but the good thing is that I manage to stay a while bigger in high heels without complaining.

My jaw literally dropped because I knew that would have cost him a couple thousand of dollars, but money wasn’t a problem. “I didn’t know Zion was into red now. It is breathtakingly beautiful,” I smiled. “Wow, this is the fairytale dream heels.” Ava gasped as she opened the box. The glittering butterfly heels with straps stood out. Slumping into the chair in front of the mirror, I murmured, “I know right? Tell the beauty team to come inside, please. I know we have less than an hour to make an appearance.” “Okay, ma’am. I will keep you updated. However, do you think this arena would be enough?”

Calla warned him, though her only weapon was a single high heel. Determined, Calla took off the other high heel and brandished both, ready to strike Mercer's head if he dared to come closer.

“What do you mean, I have to wear this? I’ve worn nothing like this before. I don’t know if I can walk in these.” Tara held up a pair of high-heeled silver scrappy sandals. “It’s one thing to be a complete shoe or boot with a heel. But these are begging to break my ankle the first crack in the sidewalk I find. Or I’ll miss a stair and end up on my head at the bottom of the stairs.”

Like run his pet cat through a blender. I try as much as possible to connect his treatment of me to this lingerie and nothing comes up. Should I call Julius? No. I shake my head immediately. Ew. No. And tell him what? “Hello Julius, so um I got this lovely lingerie set, what do I do?” I will never see the end of it! Inside the box is a pair of heels too. Stilettos, black with a heel so narrow I’m sure my spine will be in shambles by the time the night is over.