Wicked Heels Mga Nobela at Kwento

"And a pair of very high heels to add to the height you already have. Nothing else. No jewelry and minimal makeup. The mystery of you is going to drive the club whores insane." Saskia left, closing the door firmly behind her.

Was this woman already cheating? And then she saw the black heels Jenna was wearing. Eleanor almost gasped. She knew that brand well. Those weren’t ordinary heels. They were the “Night and Diamonds,” the latest design from Kelly Smith’s shop. And the person who had bought them was none other than the leader of the Phoenix gang. This lady must be seeing multiple men! Eleanor gritted her teeth and decided to teach her another lesson. Compared to her, Eleanor gives the vibes of a secretary while Jenna's aura always rocks a powerful boss lady.

Alice’s back was pressed against a cold marble gravestone, her chest rose and fell to the hammering rhythm of her heart. She was heaving mad. This was the main reason she hated wearing heels, those shits were unreliable in a fight, it places you at the receiving end of a reaper’s spear and she knew full well what that receiving end felt like. She hissed at the sight of the clipped heel.

“You believed that crap I said? I have a total of 30 million bucks, do you think I’ll use 30 million bucks just to get you a pair of heels? You must be crazy!” Ashton clenched his fists tightly. “Yes, you’re beautiful and sexy, but don’t think too highly of yourself! To be honest, that pair of heels you received wasn’t from me! I had thought that you were a classy goddess, Lily, but it turns out that you’re just another rotten sl*t! You’re with lots of other men, aren’t you? If not why wouldn’t you know who gave you those heels?” “Ashton Adagio, you bastard!”

A single blemish, a single uneven muscle line, and the wearer looks like a deformed beast trying to mimic royalty. "He will look like an absolute monstrosity," Tahlia whispers to her mother right outside my door, unaware that my heightened wolf senses can pick up her lowest frequency vibration. "And those five-inch silver-heeled combat boots I left by the threshold? The feral idiot has probably spent the last decade running barefoot through mud. The moment he takes two steps down the grand stairs, his ankles will snap beneath his own clumsy weight. I want the entire Condex council to watch him roll to the bottom."

As much as I hated it, it was a role I had to play. My grip tightened around my purse before I turned and left the room. I walked down the stairs carefully, one hand gliding along the railing. These heels were fucking death traps strapped to my feet. If I fell face-first down these stairs, the heels would be the least of my worries. I'd be showing up to the Blackwood party with a face full of bruises.

She was wearing a sleeveless shirt along with black loose trousers, with scratch marks on her arms and some bruises that hadn't healed or faded yet from the latest training sessions. Rebecca's hair fell back on her sleek waist. She moved her fingers in her hair to move them out from her eyes. She crossed the corridor and walked towards the stairs. Rebecca's wolf wanted to kill the person who disturbed her peaceful state of mind. She was walking barefoot, and the tiles of the floor were cold. Rebecca wrapped her arms around her body, rubbing the cold skin of her arms to get some heat. She should wear a sweater.

“Is that so?” “MmHmm” I bite her lip as I bring my mouth to hers. There is no need to lean down since her heels are so high that she can meet my gaze perfectly. Her platform heels are so high they are almost pleasers, the heels that pole dancers wear. How she walked up and down these stairs without twisting her ankle or falling on her face is a mystery.

I look at the neat black hair between her legs , she gives me a seductive smile hooking her leg around my waist. " I need you so badly Azriel." she moans seductively in my ear. A growl erupts from my chest as I push her on the floor. " Don’t you dare ever touch me you filth." I growl glaring at her. Marica is a nymph who has power of beauty to wrap any men around her finger , she is the exact definition of beauty but from inside it's all dark and filthy. " Azriel." she yells standing up. " Cover yourself up Marica because your seducing spells dont work on me." I roll my eyes.

“Because you two seemed to be having a blast, making out like a pair of teenagers!” Heat crept into my cheeks, but I folded my arms and held my ground. Howard studied my face. “Is he making you do stuff to him at the club? Because I'm going to murder him.” I shot him a dry look. “Of course not, and you couldn't even protect me if you could. You're the reason I'm stuck in heels and glitter, instead of ballet slippers, night after night!” Howard rolled his eyes. “It's kept us alive, right? Listen carefully, stay away from Dante, you understand?”