Wicked Heels Novels & Stories

And maybe—just maybe—cue the sequel: HELL NAWW! ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ ❤️Hope you guys enjoyedChaos in Heels—I definitely enjoyed writing it. Until next time, my friends. 💅

Bold, sophisticated, and ready to take on the charity gala. I slipped my feet into the designer black stiletto heels, feeling the familiar surge of confidence as the shoes transformed my posture. The sleek, pointed toes and delicate ankle straps added a touch of sophistication to my overall look. I stood up, my gaze drifting down to admire the way the heels elongated my legs, creating a stunning line from hip to toe.

My name—Nella—was delicately stitched inside, like it had always belonged there. Ashley shrieked. I sat frozen. But she wasn’t done. “Okay, wait, what’s that?” I pulled out a second box. Inside sat a pair of heels so beautiful they didn’t even look real. Gold. Sculpted. Like jewelry for your feet. Ashley gasped again. “Girl, I think those are Debbie Wingham!” I raised an eyebrow. “And that means…?” “Those heels are worth fifteen million dollars, Nella!” My hands started to shake. “Why would he…?”

What she wore inside would have made her high-society family choke on their champagne. A black push-up bra thrust her full breasts high and together with a black leather harness strapped tight over it, the thick bands crossing above and below her tits, silver buckles and O-rings pulling everything together, squeezing her cleavage into a deep valley. The harness cinched her tiny waist hard, making her hourglass look obscene. Below, she wore a small leather skirt that barely covered her ass, fishnet thigh-highs ripped up her legs, with sky-high black heels. Maddison stretched lazily, rolling her shoulders back, a little smile curling her red lips as she caught her reflection in the tinted wind

Victor rebuked, “Learn to speak like a lady, will you?” “Learn to speak like a lady, will you?” mimicking Victor’s tone, I repeated in a sneered face. Big size lady’s shoes are surely uneasy to be found, we searched all around the mall to get just one pair of red leather high heels. They’re in pointed toe and thin stem, I was having a very ominous feeling about wearing them.

I was just accompanying him to the office so I didn't understand why I needed to look so amazing but I loved it. Coming down after I had finished getting ready, I saw the mafia man by the end of the stairs with his back to me and so I go down the stairs carefully, due to the heels I wore. They were black 5 inch black heels with red bottoms but as pretty as it was, it wasn't balanced at all. Thank the heavens that I was made to wear geeels in my maid outfit, back in my father's house. My feet were already used to being through the pain of discomfort.

Keeva’s POV The red bottom heels feel ridiculous on my feet. I have never worn heels before and I would never wear ones these high. I feel like I’m walking on stilts. ‘Fuck!’ I stumble and twist my ankle. Jonas outright laughs and Alpha Channon tires his best to suppress his laughter, in an attempt not to make me feel even more embarrassed. ‘Maybe a training heel would be better?’ The stick thin, snooty personal shopper asks whilst rolling her eyes. He looks lustily at Channon and Jonas with no effort whatsoever to hide her want for them. ‘How about a nice kitten heel, elegant and you won’t break your neck if you fall off them.’ A nice young man with come into the room with a flamboyant entr

Paris warned with her french American ascent resonating in Eleanor's room. "Finn, the Wingham heels!" She clapped and the blonde guy standing near the closet bringing out a pair of black heels. She called them 'Debbie Wingham heels' and Eleanor's eyes lit up. Five minutes, Paris was done thanking me for bringing a beau such as Eleanor to be dressed by her.

And in the black God help me she’d look like sin itself. “I’ll take all three,” I said finally, my voice steady. Their eyes widened slightly, but none dared question me. “And shoes?” one of them asked politely. “Yes,” I said. “Three pairs. Something that matches.” They nodded and brought out three pairs each one perfect. The first pair: silver stilettos, slender and sparkling, designed to draw the eye. The second: nude heels, elegant and timeless, made for grace and comfort. The last: black velvet heels, tall, commanding, with a single diamond clasp at the ankle.

Alex P. O. V The blurry men who were standing outside the private room raised their eyebrows at me .I could clearly see the question written all over their face 'What the hell this girl is trying to?'.I could not blame them if they are not seduced by my seduction skills. I do not know what fuck I am trying to do. It was safe to say the least I was trying not to fall on the ground on my face while walking in six inch heels . At least if something goes wrong I can use those as a weapon. You never know how much a heel can be a great weapon other than fracturing your ankles until you use them. I could stab them in their eyes with my heels.