8 Feet Tall Woman นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I can't help but to smile too. Damn that face. That's too handsome for a human being. The people in the room stood up. I simply turned around for a moment to see why, but I immediately straightened up when we realized who it was. Edmund stood up lazily because his mother went straight to him. Harry moved away immediately. Beside the old lady is a woman who was about six feet tall. I'm not that tall and even if I wear high shoes, I can see the difference in our heights.

the voice that she had long been hearing since she was still unconscious asked, making her look over to the direction. Before her, is a woman who wore a white robe, underneath the robe is a white turtleneck shirt tucked inside a long khaki sweeping skirt. She had a pair of black kitten heels, her hair beautifully kept in a tight bun, and a peach-colored tint on her lips that made her look even more refreshing to the eye. She pushed her oval eyeglasses to the bridge of her nose and glanced at the chart on her hand before looking back at her. “I just feel nauseous and tired. My stomach hurts like hell, do you have painkillers?” Weiyan asked before attempting to press her stomach but the woman

I saw a tall woman wearing her jogging outfit, probably around 5'11 in height, she looked stunning even without her makeup, and there was sweat on her forehead; to be honest, it made her look so sexy, even sweaty. I noticed how her eyes widened upon seeing the photo, it was a good thing that she most likely didn't know who the people in the picture were, but for some reason, she looked familiar. Still, nothing came to mind when I tried to remember who she was. I tried to retrieve my phone, but the giantess was raising my phone so high that I couldn't even touch her hand. She looked at me mockingly while watching me struggle to jump while reaching my phone in her hand.

"All those bookshelves are six feet tall." "How do you know?" "I just know." He ran his finger from the top of the bookshelf to the top of the woman's head. "See that?" he asked. "She is at least 5'10". That's four inches taller than you." "She could be wearing heels." "She's not. You can see her feet later in the video."

“I-“ I stopped my muttering when I saw Alexander was busy conversing with a local woman. Looking at the woman, she looks so beautiful and charismatic, if my words are still making sense. The woman was tall, reaching Alexander’s shoulder. Alexander is almost seven feet, an unbelievable height because he is an Alpha, so reaching just his shoulders means you are already tall. I eyed my own body. ‘Look at that, you cannot even be compared to the women out here, you are just at the level of his arm.’

I quickly looked up to see who the rude person was in front of me. A tall and slender woman wearing heels that were about six feet tall was the person who stepped on the broomstick. The woman was already tall, but she was even taller because of her sandals with high heels. She is beautiful and postured but her makeup is thick on her face. I can't guess how old she is. But I think she is a ramp model. Those who are skinny like her are the ramp models I often see on the fashion channel. "You're the girl who shoved yourself around Phil so he could marry you?" the woman asked me angrily. She stares at me from my face down to my feet. She checked my body a few times before her eyes finally focuse

I chuckled, “Of course. She is white, she has brown hair, shoulder length, and green eyes. She is around five and a half feet tall, around one hundred fifty pounds.” The woman stood up, “One hundred forty pounds, you idiot.” I smirked, “That would be her, counsel.” The attorney closed his eyes and shook his head for a couple seconds as he mumbled, “Not the brightest crayon in the box.” I chuckled as the woman sat down in the same position as Daya. I chuckled to myself, “If this attorney keeps up this line of questioning, that whole side of the room will look like a daycare in time-out.”

(Fuck! The stunning woman on his arm, however, demanded my attention. She was tall—easily six feet in her heels—a feat most women couldn’t achieve as I towered over nearly all of them at 6’4. Yet, she exuded a magnetic allure that dominated the room with effortless ease. Her caramel-toned skin gleamed under the soft, low lights which illuminated a figure wrapped in a black dress that clung to her like sin itself. The sight made me imagine, albeit briefly, how her body would feel beneath me—or perhaps, above. To be honest, I’m not picky. And those heels, deadly in more ways than one, only amplified her commanding presence.

Even at its peak, White Corporation had never operated from a building this high up. The Wynn family was truly on another level. As I was lost in thought, the door suddenly swung open. “Who are you?” A sharp, demanding voice cut through the air. I turned around to find another tall, striking woman standing there. Seriously. Was there some kind of beauty quota for this district? She had her auburn-brown hair elegantly pinned up, stood around 5’5”, and had the kind of perfectly toned figure that came from strict self-discipline.

She’s barefoot, too, her arms and stomach covered by a sweatshirt that looks like it’s made for someone five times her size. Such a strange woman. This–this creature of flame, of untamed power–wearing a sweatshirt and shorts, will be our queen in a month's time. “Are you sure you don’t want company tonight?” “I really don’t. I do love your company, though, but I know you’re sick of me.” She nudges Jane’s arm. The maid’s head barely reaches Maeve’s shoulder. I’ve never seen a woman so tall, in fact. She has to be close to six feet, if she hasn’t surpassed that already.