Wicked Heels Novels & Stories

That's why she doesn't have any idea what's going on now. She heard her mistress name, that's why she stood up quickly and she even bumped the table that made a sound and stole everyone's attention, she lifted her chin and smiled at them like a celebrity. She even waves her hand like a Hollywood actress from her previous life walking to the red carpet, she even gives them a flying kiss and continues walking to the front.

Tears and sweat streamed down her face as terror crawled at her. No matter what she did, she couldn’t fight off the pull of those whispers, so helpless that she couldn’t even let out a word. As she got closer to the end of the steps, the voices became clearer, louder, and the light throb, letting out an eerie vibrating sound. When she finally reached the bottom, her fears and worries were replaced by curiosity and confusion, seeing the large empty room. The only thing odd there is the weird carving on the floor, which looks like a letter inside a pentagram.

My breath stuttered as I opened them. YSL heels!!!! Damn! It was sleek, sharp, and unapologetically powerful. The gold logo gleamed against smooth leather, the heels were impossibly high and it was not designed for comfort, but for command. These are the kind of shoes that change the way a woman walks, the way a room reacts when she enters it.

"You can take my wedge, too. It goes with anything." I went inside her closet and looked through her shoes. She's got like a dozen pairs with her. She had heels, stilettoes, wedges, boots, heeled boots, flats, and every kind of shoes there is. I took the plainest one which was at least two inches tall. I clearly need this since I'm at a height disadvantage.

Navigating the basement was proving harder than she would have imagined, especially considering the two handicaps they saddled her with to start this little fantasy game of theirs. "How did I let them talk me into this stupid game," the Queen announced almost angrily as she crossed the basement hurrying as best she could despite handicap number one which was the white satin platform sandals with their nearly five inch stiletto heels. These had been her wedding night shoes, and quite lovely, but not at all practical, especially for the game they were playing. The shoes combined with handicap number two--the flute full of champagne they made her drink at the start--was definitely making quick

It’s a simple white stick heels with something like a pearl design on its front. “Is this real?” I inquired trying to check the left heel. Waen sit closer to me and look at me in the eyes. “You’re so pretty and intelligent, but I can’t believe that you’re uninformed about your boyfriend’s products and collections.” I guess Waen’s right, it’s such a shame for me as his boyfriend and soon to be wife being uninformed about his business. Waen open her phone and show me an article. As I’d scroll up the article a picture of the same heels pop up with a price tag that almost freak me out.

Confronted by the skepticism of netizens, the poster evidently got triggered and uploaded a photo of a ginormous diamond ring. "So what if I'm a homewrecker? A little bit of whining gets me things you peasants couldn't afford even if you broke your back for a lifetime!"

Will woke up on a couch in a corner with a mild headache, his hands shackled together while his feet were chained to the floor by his left ankle. He blinked and realized where he was―a concrete room that smelled of bleach, which was too familiar for him. What the fuck is going on? He closed his eyes as he could barely keep it open. He had to figure out what was happening and how he ended up inside his own lair right after everything went black. His breath hitched at the sight of Una, seated in a chair in the middle of the room where he usually tied his victims from the ceiling. Wrists shackled to the armrests and head hanging down, his girlfriend looked unconscious.

There were different cliques all paired up in school. Among the boys,we had the most popular Frank Kingston of course,the popular, wealthy, spoilt kid that everyone wanted to be friends with. I still remembered how he humiliated me in fifth grade and said I would end up being poor just like my mother, pompous, spoilt bastard.I became angry anytime I remembered what he did to me in fifth grade. I was angry for many reasons. I was angry because he insulted me and I was angry at myself because I had a huge crush on him. Well, who wouldn't. I was fat and ugly but I had feelings too and I wasn't blind not to notice that Frank Kingston was a tall handsome human with blonde, short hair and brown ey

Skye mused before catching movement coming from the woman. "He's been a little tough to understand. Please do not mind him" The woman waved it off before sitting up straight. "I trust you had a good sleep?" the woman asked nonchalantly, reminding Skye of his nightmare causing a slight grimace to form on his face. Seeing his hesitant look, the woman hummed lightly before slowly standing up. Allowing her height to tower him slightly thanks to her medium-high heels. "Will you be staying another night?" she asked calmly before moving towards Skye, not minding that her heels were clicking on the floorboards. Reminding Skye of a clock's ticking thanks to how slowly her heels touched the floor.