Wicked Heels Novels & Stories

The sharp sound of stiletto heels echoed on the marble floor. When the pair of black, red-soled high heels—identical to the ones Elara used to wear—appeared in front of him, Harvey's eyes widened in shock!

I give up. Soon, the most awaited moment commenced. It was the time for the show stopper to show up and flaunt the epochal piece of her squad. All the eyes were set on the middle of the ramp where the light was focused. The first glimpse was of a seven-inch high heel. Yes… seven inches! That’s quite a painful thing in a model’s life. Once they get on their heels they ought to tip-tap them in the right way so that they don't look like they are in pain. Instead, they need to show it like they are wearing sneakers.

I mean is it really THAT bad? It wasn't much longer when Mrs. Riggen walked in the room and headed for her desk. She was tall and thin wearing a black pencil skirt with a white blouse and a pair of amazing 3 inch black heels that I couldn't even fathem trying to walk in myself. I always look like a new born calf trying to walk for the first time if I wear any kind of heel honestly. Sucks too, because the higher the heel the better your legs look and lordie knows I could use all the help I can get.

Rows of modest heels, flats, running shoes, and boots turned before her. Cassie stopped turning when more of Tricia's inner slut appeared before her in the form of silver, sparkled platform heels, thigh-high, red patent boots, and feathery, black strappy heels. Eyeing the black plumes, she tipped her head to the side in recognition.

The man was far too busy chewing his olive. Carefully, she peeled off her heels and placed them near the elevator’s door, unsure of where to put her shoes and stepped barefoot onto the fluffy carpeted floor. The soft feathery touch of the carpet made her want to cry, they felt like heaven compared to the killer heels that she had been wearing the whole night through, but she was not about to let Daniel Winters, no, her ‘husband’ witness her childish delight.

She'd done what she had a great time to humiliate me. I stood up from my seat, dragging my legs to the restroom. It hurt. My legs.... It hurt so badly. I knew they couldn't cope with heels, yet I was trying to fit everyone's standard. The spiral staircase seemed like miles away. Each step felt like a tiny betrayal. My toes curled against the cold marble as I climbed, trying my best to keep up the pace without stumbling. Down the hallway was worse... The pain got unbearable. I quickly removed the heels, holding them in my hands. Barefoot on cold marble was better than torturing myself further.

“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 complimented her, She blushed. "Thank you, you also look handsome," she said in shyness. Then I turn my attention to the girl standing near her. The girl looked so beautiful and innocent, but I remember how stubborn she is. She is a troublemaker for me in the office and on party nights. When I recalled her at the party then my eyesight was down to see her feet because they were bleeding heavily that night. but now she is wearing heels maybe her feet wound is healed. I looked up at her and extended my hands to shake hands. She looked at my hand then looked at my face and said with a forced smile "Hello. Mr. Patterson"

“You are mine now… Aiden Lazarus” “I am… and will forever be… yours. My Lea…” -Sold To The Wicked Him

She shook herself and attempted to stand, but she was unable to move her left ankle due to tripping. But she didn't care. She pretended to be fine despite the fact that she was in pain and in tears. On the walk, Howard noticed Zannie's heels. It persisted despite the fact that it clearly required assistance. He followed Zannie, trembling. "Are you all right?" Her only response to him was a sigh. 'How rude, I asked nicely and was scolded.' Zannie continued walking. The faster she walks, however, the more her foot hurts. In her mind, she was repeatedly devastated. Not Howard, but Jacob should be the only one with her.