Wicked Heels Novels & Stories

The sound of a door closing echoes as dread clenches around my gut. "Holy hell.... f*ck... he is crazy. He is actually crazy! " My arms struggle against the chain before a curse leaves me. Sh*t. Sh*t Sh*t…I should never have gone to his trailer.

And her buttocks looked rounder and larger than before, he can almost touch her figure in the palm of his hands causing his whole body go into a cold sweat, especially after seeing the woman’s sleeve slide down her shoulders, revealing the upper side of her bosom, teasing him to grab hold of them. And her scent was enough to send him into euphoria, making his heart race, his breathing ragged, and his lower parts twitching and throbbing in frenzy. ‘She’s using magic to seduce me.’ He repeatedly told himself, grinding his teeth in desperation to keep his consciousness at bay, fighting off that sudden gush of sensation that clouded his judgement. After a few minutes of convincing, the idea fina

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.

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!"

"Dex wants to be your bad boy. But me?" I leaned in until my lips were grazing the shell of her ear, until I could taste the salt on her skin. "I want to be the one who breaks you. I want to hear the bone snap in your virtue. I want to taste the blood and the sin on your tongue. Just this once. Let me have one taste of that filthy, forbidden cunt. Let me bury my face between your legs until you suffocate me with your thighs. I swear it. Just... let me ruin you, and I'll carry the shame to my grave."

He was so close he might as well just brush his nose against her bare shoulder. “Oh, get a room, both of you!” She heard Glen exclaimed mockingly. “Are you okay?” Will asked, ignoring Glen. Una nodded. “Yeah.” * * * Just over two hours into the party and Liezel was already sipping her third glass of Cuban mojito after Maddy had told the bartender to stop serving her whiskey and tequila.

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

I said, dragging Nikky with me as we crawled under the bed, trying to be as quiet as possible. "Break her door down,” Harley told whoever was helping her break El's door down. Soon we heard the door crack open, from where we hid. “There's no need for that, Harley; you can come in," El said. I heard Harley's footsteps, but she stopped walking and stood beside the bed. Those legs looked very familiar, but I just couldn't recall. She was wearing stiletto heels, and I expected that because Wicked people need to walk on their toes, they wear heels a lot.

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.