8 Feet Tall Woman Novels & Stories

I was only invited for the training. “Jethro, meet Carmilla, my…” Evans was saying before he was interrupted by a tall half-clothed woman. Her height was intimidating. She was 5 feet and 8 or 7inches. Her shoulders were well built and firm. She was on a small top that managed to cover her breast. I needed no one to tell me she was a warrior. Evans’ eyes gleamed like a child as soon as he saw her. She walked towards him and planted a quick kiss on his lips.

I sense Salvatore's grip tightening around me. A breathtaking looking woman steps out from the crowd, I see so many men almost falling by her looks. She is about 5'6 tall, her height is elevated by her pencil heels, she's wearing a beautiful sleeveless golden gown that has splits on both thighs, her model like legs are shining by the reflection of the light. Her blonde hair are flowing down her back in loose curls, a beautiful diamond necklace sits between her protruding heavy breast. She's trult breathtaking.

But she’s content with life. She’s a tall woman, 5'6, she’s dark-skinned, she has chocolate brown skin so good, you'd think it tastes like chocolate. She has big dark brown eyes and an oval-shaped face. Her black curls fell down her shoulders to her back, and her body is shapely and voluptuous. She has a small waist and a flat stomach. Most women that see her envy her. How can she have thick thighs and a flat stomach at the same time, well she is black, nothing is impossible.

Not when it mattered most. In front of his six feet three inches height, she looked meeker. It wasn’t like she was small like before; she was five feet eight inches, taller than the average woman, smarter, braver, successful, yet she felt wimpish and impuissant. Her pulse thundered in her ears as she slowly turned the knob. His back was facing her— tall, broad, exuding dominance and raw masculinity. His aura was heavy, dark. She could almost taste the rage in the air.

“Judy, pull up the photos of the homeless man incident a few days ago. Compare them with this woman and the high heels in front of her to see if they are the same person!” With a series of typing sounds, a few photos were pulled out. Soon, the comparison was completed, and Judy said, “That’s right! It’s her. This woman is called Adalind. She’s 23 years old and is 164 centimeters tall. She used to be a model. Last year, for some unknown reason, she retired from the modeling world. Now, she lives at 1708, 17th floor, House 23, Manhattan.”

she said and turned her back on me, heading to the door just as she thought she ought to do. I watched her overall appearance and she had a nice physique for a female. Not muscular but lean due to everyday chores for the Fedorovs. She stood as tall as me with a height of 5 and 6 feet and she had brown wavy hair like the color of her eyes.

Her skin and figure were both first-class. Her facial features were also extremely beautiful. She was definitely the kind of woman who had a good taste. She was 1.75 meters tall and wearing high heels. She was very tall. When the woman came in and saw the chaotic situation in the hotel, her almond-shaped eyes widened and she was very angry. "Sister Hong, save me..." Seeing the woman coming in, Wang Yinlong shouted at her hurriedly. Zhou Tian was even more confused. How could a beautiful woman come in? Did Wang Yinlong know her?

Her clothes were tattered and torn, and bits and pieces of flesh peaked out from the holes causing a blush to creep up onto the wolf’s face. She wasn’t tall, but she wasn’t extremely short either. If he had to guess, he would have to say this woman would be about five foot five or so. A vast contrast to his six-foot stature. Her short calf-high boots, ankle boots he thought they were called, were a little worse for wear but at least they kept her feet warm and dry. The same couldn’t be said for the rest of her clothing as they soaked up the moisture from the snow beneath her.

As I watched, I saw that there was a woman that was right in her path. I looked at the stranger and noticed that she was a very beautiful woman. She was about 5'8", long slender legs, long curly red hair, blue/gray eyes that sparkled. She wasn't heavy set, but not thin either. She had curves in all the right places and her aura commanded respect without even trying.

Two guard's (the female and one male) clutch within the vengeful grasp of another female. Am guessing they've got the retreated arms. They both struggle for undying breath and freedom. All to no avail. Their every struggle tightens the unknown females grip around them. Four guards still clutching onto me also gasp. They all gulp. Now this is wierd. A single female quivering four highly trained guards?. It's no common event. But I judge them not. She's pretty scary to instill fear into any foe. She's seven foot tall. Huge and muscular.