Wicked Heels Novels & Stories

It didn't take long before I bumped into Jackie and Leah. Jackie looked at me with surprise and said, "Girl, what happened to you? Where are your heels? Talking about a Chemistry class going south." Desperate and exasperated, I claimed, "I've decided, from now on, I won't be wearing any high heels. I mean, heels are politically incorrect! They were invented by men who restrain women's mobility, so they could prey upon them more easily and..." Before I could finish my speech on emancipating women from heels, I heard Jessica's bitchy voice, "Oh là là, look at what we've got here. Helter-skelter."

“Sometimes you need to kick fate in the ass, Madison, and these are definitely the shoes for the job.” She’s right. I know she’s right, and truth be told, I’m sick to death of being a virgin. I’m so desperate for cock I could scream. It’s getting harder and harder to resist just giving in and having a random one-night stand and being done with it. One more night, I tell myself as I put on the heels. If I don’t find him tonight, then I’m fucking the first good-looking guy I see tomorrow. Screw that. I’m fucking the first passably decent guy I see tomorrow. I’m ready to be done with this. I think my parents are having the roof fixed tomorrow. If I fail tonight, maybe that guy will get to hamme

Not only did she have to frequently worry about whether her chest was too exposed, but she couldn't pull her dress up either for fear of revealing too much of her thighs. When Cinna placed a pair of eight-inch-tall high heels in front of her, Violet almost passed out. "A beautiful woman cannot go without a gorgeous pair of heels. "Women who wear sneakers lack elegance. I can assure you that they cannot compare with these. "The higher your heels, the more irresistible you are to men." Cinna's words were suggestive beyond belief. "Irresistible?" Violet didn't know if she should laugh or cry. "What if I fall flat on my face instead?"

Silver, nude, white, crystals, lace, open toes, closed toes, stilettos, kitten heels, block heels. I tried them all. Each one worse than the last. “My toes are crying,” I mumbled, taking off another pair. “These look cute though,” Elodie said, holding a sparkly pair. “I’m going to fall and break my ankle,” I replied. Lea laughed. “Just one pair, for the photos?” I shook my head. “Nope.” And then I spotted them. On the far side, on the bottom row. White sneakers. I picked them up.

My wits about me, even if they are a little detached with the force of that knock. Stilettos are not just a choice because they are sexy, I don’t just buy cheap shoes either, with no real strength to the heels. I buy solid expensive and sleek footwear that has enough heel strength to use as a weapon should I ever need it. I learned the value in a good shoe a long time ago.

There is the danger of not enough material to even cover her butt, so with every step she takes the lacy underwear are on display. To top it off we were given black two inch heels to wear and they make my ass look bigger. Walking in them is pure fucking torture and I'd like to kill the person who thought shoes like this should be made, now I'm wishing for those ugly shorter pumps back. I've never worn heels so high in my life and with my natural height I tower over all the females and some of the males here in my bare feet. I feel like a giant freak and now most of these perverted males are going to be tit level. This is a whole different set of problems for me right now.

The woman in a rich get-up glanced at her sideways, frowned at her, wrinkled her nose and step away farther from her. Chill now, Meghan, a voice in her head warned her as anger tried to overcome her. Irritated she looked at the woman up and down, her heels are high . she let go of a devious smile flashed at her. One hard kick and she will topple over. Or I will kick and send you flying at a speeding car. The thought is tempting.

I say. I dug around a few more times settling on a pair of gold glitter court shoes with a 4” heel. Very pretty and actually set the dress off perfectly. They fit ok, slightly loose but they will do just for one night. Rae’s shoes fit on the tight side but she agreed its one night we can cope. Plus werewolves heal super quickly so she won’t suffer long if they hurt.

CHAPTER NINETEEN | TWENTY QUESTIONS ALENA Who the hell invented the female torture weapon known as heels? Wearing heels and a dress must be the worse fucking decision I have ever made in my life. The uneven ground of the pack border became my nemesis the moment I arrived in heels. I found it kind of easy to move around in the dress though. The only issue is the stares the sparkly dress is attracting. Men, women, pups, and even animals stared at me. Their stares are making me very uncomfortable and stiff.

She chose a random golden layer with silver-sparkle combination heels—it was stunning. "Yes, this is a very limited edition from our shop; you have a very good selection!" Mia complimented, chuckling and looking at Merry. "How did you like it?" I inquired when Merry looked at me and nodded in response before looking back at her heels. "What is the price of those heels?" I inquired, placing my hand in my pocket and looking at Mia. "It is $8000!" "We'll take it!" I moved my hand, gesturing to her to pack them.