Vegeta Heels Novels & Stories

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.

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.”

I’m guessing you have killer heels to go with that no-funny business outfit? “I was just going to go with my slippers,” I reply warily. “But heels seem like a better choice. At least they’re sharp.” Madalynn snorts. “Whatever makes you feel safer, oh great Luna.” “Octavia.” I shift uncomfortably, letting my arms drop and claws retract. “Not Luna.” Without dropping my guard, I turn to grab my heels from one of my suitcases, rummaging beneath a pile of clothes before getting to them. Their red bottoms gleamed in the morning light, the heels looking near deadly.

It had to remain flat with nothing on top of it. As fast as I could, I found the sandals. I'd wear them everyday if I could, but they didn't fit in with the personae I wanted to portray in my professional life. They had woven hemp on the wedge sole - two and a half inches thick under the toes and six inches at the heel, with tan, calfskin leather straps over the foot and around the ankle. They wore like three and a half inch heels but made me six inches taller. I loved being taller than the average man, yet still just a shade shorter than my brother.

Instead, she was a shortie, just like Lily. Hence, whenever Laverna went out, she wore high heels. On the occasions she did not wear heels, she wore platforms. Laverna looked down at the plate and bowl shards all over the floor, and her face turned pale. Thank goodness she did not walk forward. If she did, her feet would be ruined. “This is bullying! I’m telling my brother and my mom!”

It has a deep v neckline that plunges all the way to my belly button, revealing the sides of my breasts. The leg slit goes all the way up to my hip, thankfully only on one side. And the back is completely bare until the top of my butt. I wore 6 inch white heels to match. "Take a seat Babe," Scott says as he comes in behind me, pulling out my chair. "You look absolutely delectable," he adds, his lips ghost over my bare back as I brush past him to my seat. I suppress a shiver of disgust.

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.