Wicked Heels Novels & Stories

“To hold your hair back when I’m fucking you bent over my table later today. Let your hair down, but pin it out of the way. Come to me soon, my baby.” My core clenches and my cheeks redden at Mason’s dirty words. How can he manage to make innocent hair pins look so incredibly dirty? Next is a box of shoes. I pull it open to reveal the most intricately designed navy blue pumps. Woven flowers dotted with blinking diamonds decorate the back of each shoe, just above the heels. Something tells me those are real diamonds. Another note, “See those heels?” I pause to look at the straight, pointy heels. Walking in them might hurt a little bit.

Under Velour’s neon, she passed for exactly what Hector liked to keep on his arm when he wanted to remind Amelia what she wasn’t. And the heels. Stilettos so sharp at the toe they looked less like shoes and more like weapons. Pointed enough to pierce stone if she stomped hard enough. Pointed enough to draw blood. Amelia knew. She’d seen those heels used that way before. For a moment, the woman didn’t see her. She was too busy with the power bank in her manicured hand, thumbing the cable into her iPhone with the bored impatience of someone who’d never had to wait for anything.

Stilettos clicking on a marbled floor was the sound Audrey grown accustomed to since moving to the city. It sounded more appealing to her ear when she was the one making the sound. High heels are power. And she traded sneakers for power. Her feet weren’t always clad in stilettos. She was once a doe-eyed girl who thought her purpose in life was as simple as her best friend Rachel’s was. However, the naiveté wears off when childhood faded in the background.

“You needed to remember what ‘intense’ actually felt like.” “Okay, look at these babies. My new salary is screaming out for these. They’re called ‘The Conquerors’.”She showed me a pair of shoes then, a vision in leather and impossibly high heels, shimmering on her phone screen. “Those are something else,” I said, impressed despite myself. Not my usual style, but stunning and aggressive and maybe too powerful. “Right? Perfect for strutting around wherever we decide to go. Imagine me, in these, with a cocktail in hand, ignoring every single person who isn’t incredibly hot or doesn’t have a significant net worth.” She grinned, a wicked sparkle in her eyes.

So many questions. And she needed answers. But she knew, somehow, that whoever this glowing woman was, she wasn't going to hurt her. She was wrong. Selene stood and opened her mouth to speak. Instead, a strange sensation crawled through her bones. It moved through every inch of her body, from her skull to her toes. Then the pain began. Her right leg snapped. The crack echoed through the forest as she collapsed to her knees. Confused, Selene looked at Vita. But Vita only stood there with a small, sad smile.

Kate poked her index finger to Wyoming’s chest in indignation before flipping her gloriously luxuriant hair, the ends of which brushed Wyoming’s cheek like a lash. “They could have killed me, pushing me harshly out of the way. My pedicure was ruined! In case you don’t know, I just got my pedicure and was wearing killer heels!” Kate expounded and proudly showed her tippy toes in strappy heels. Wyoming bent her head to look at Kate’s dainty feet, showing off well-manicured toes in a gel tint. She shook her head before responding with a straight face. “No, they didn’t.”

he arched his brows, “Do you know what brand this perfume is? It’s GIVENCHY!” “Da Vinci?!” “Hmph, you’re such an oldie! But voila you look perfect now!” he said but shook his head disapprovingly when he saw my footwear,” Wait…Take off your doll shoes and wear this. Leather platforms by Nicholas Kirkwood.” It was a 6 inches high heels! I feigned a smile while I looked at it. Seemed to me I’d get crippled throughout the night. “I'm fine with the doll shoes.” “Hey girl, don’t be picky! Put these on.”

She snapped at him. Kiel smiled and stepped aside to let Jasmine walk ahead, "Of course, Miss Wellbert.” Jasmine walked in high heels gracefully and she raised her chin arrogantly. After all, she is a famous model. It's impossible for people in this room not to recognize her, it's just that stupid man who probably never watches television, doesn't have social media, and reads magazines! Jasmine cursed Kiel internally. Meanwhile, Kiel's smile slowly disappeared from his face. He looked at that arrogant girl's back with a cold gaze.

"Shop? You went to Chanel at—six in the morning?" "I had to call in a favor." He thrusts the bag at me. "I got you these. For your first day." "You got me a present?" Heart racing, I put the bag on the counter and take out a shoebox. Inside is a pair of the classic beige-and-black heels. Simple and timeless. I stare at him, eyes going wide. "Scar," I whisper. "I didn't know what you were wearing today so I went with something classic. Do you like them?"

Unforgiving. My heels were stilettos—sleek, black, and designed to make noise. With every step across the marble floor of the lobby, they clicked sharply, echoing through the space like a warning bell. I didn’t lower my eyes. I didn’t smile at the receptionist. I didn’t ask for directions. I didn’t need to. People moved aside instinctively. Some looked curious. Some looked wary. But most simply assumed I was someone important. They weren’t wrong.