Vegeta Heels Novels & Stories

“You and your sense of humour.” “I know. Anyway, it would’ve depended on how the size was wrong. If it was too big, I would’ve gotten a tailor but if it was too small, I would’ve simply gotten you another one. Can you handle two and a half inches?” He showed her a pair of glittery silver block heels that had teardrop crystals, which were arranged the same way as the leaves on a laurel wreath, across the ankle and toe straps. “I can handle them.” “Alright. You’ll put them on downstairs. I can’t have you tripping on the stairs.” He took her downstairs.

The neckline is a criss-cross with a tiny triangular opening, exposing the skin right below my sternum. There is also a slit that runs down the entirety of my right leg, giving off the most sensuous feeling. After sitting down briefly to put on each heel, I pick out a few dainty pieces of jewelry and then move back into the bathroom to press some rose oil into my skin before finding Nancy. The rest of the team has already left and she is waiting for me by the entrance of the house in a silk black dress that falls straight down. As always, she is a pure goddess cloaked

Zeath was adding the last touch of his costume when I entered the room—the cartwheel hat. Dressed in a big, printed, flowery skirt and a large, silk, long-sleeved blouse—tucked into the skirt, I can’t help but laugh as he struggles with the wedge shoes. “How do you women endure this?” he asks while flailing about, arms spread wide at his sides to keep his balance. I snort a chuckle. “This is small. Have you tried pointed heels?” Zeath frowns at me. “That’s mild torture.”

My one heel has completely popped off rendering it unusable. I huff and push the fallen curls off my face. My entire body shakes with rage as I get up to my feet. I take off my heels and chuck them into the weeds. The red bottoms get hit with the light and glare at me. I throw them the finger. Then I throw the moon a finger then I throw the Gods one. Fuck all of these people.

Shreya encouraged her and Adrita started to daydream. A smile made its way on her lips when she imagined people looking at her in awe. "Are you feeling confident?" Shreya asked, grinning at her smiling face. "I think I will rock the stage." Adrita screamed, jumping in happiness. They both shared a hug. "Before everything, wear these high heels first." Shreya said giving nude color high heels. "Why do I need to wear heels? The dress is too long and big, my feet won't be seen." Adrita whined looking at the heels which were too gorgeous but she can't wear them because she doesn’t know how to walk in heels.

I added, “Papa has a point. Too much pressure can make you uncomfortable, raise your blood pressure, make you dizzy, Mauro panics, and I’ll be stuck watching that whole spectacle.” Bretta shot me a glare. “You’re supposed to support me. Sister solidarity.” “Sister solidarity ends where I have to hold your hair over a toilet because you fainted from your shapewear,” I replied easily. Valentina giggled behind her napkin. Jevan shook his head. “You won’t win against three people who’ve seen you crying over high heels, sweetheart,” he said to Bretta. “Hey!” Bretta pointed at him. “Those were ten-centimeter heels and the floor was slippery.”

With her hand currently holding a cup of cold coffee, Tessa was just like a fool who didn't know what to do other than be silent by shaking her feet that hurt from wearing heels for too long. Tessa stared at the Valentino heels she had bought for a limited edition in Seattle. Tessa didn't know why she had to spend so much money in her pocket just to get one shoe that wasn't so pretty but would still look luxurious on her feet. Because a brand supports the socialite spirit of a woman like Tessa, who is often underestimated.

"Hold still," Serenity knelt in front of her eighteen-year-old daughter. She slipped a pair of stunning crimson stiletto heels onto Aurora’s feet. They matched her deep red, off-shoulder gown perfectly. "They are too high," Aurora complained, balancing precariously. "I can't run in these." "You don't need to run," Alex walked in, adjusting his bow tie. "I modified the heels. Titanium reinforced structure with shock absorption. You could kick through a brick wall and not break a nail."

She quickly brought out a lemon green handbag with kitten heels of the same color and showed them to Sarah. "It'll definitely go well with these," she said. Sarah tried the heels and it was just perfect for the dress. Sarah was bewildered when she saw the price tag on the heels. She looked at the heels again and quickly handed them back to the sales attendant. Mrs. Vera was standing beside her, smiling. "We'll have all of them. Package them for us," Mrs. Vera said.

Belle has no idea what I’m saying to her and she’s way too busy snuggling up to me and giving me those puppy dog eyes of hers. Eventually, I place her back down on the floor and slip my damn heels off, four-inch black stilettoes that kill my feet. The day I can wear trainers will not come soon enough. I suppose following Stone around will allow for that, I’m sure as hell not wearing heels around that jerk. No damn way.