Novel & Cerita 8 Foot Tall Woman

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.

This isn’t even the best choice I could have made. Whereas I stand about a hundred and sixty centimeters tall (I think I measured as much last time I checked), this woman towers over six feet (I don’t know how this height thingy works, but Hunter says he’s 6 '4, so he could serve as my meter). Plus, she’s well-trained. You get the gist? I zip my head in all directions before stealing to the woman’s side. “I was asked to get you around here,” I mumble, sliding the rock from under my clothes. She’s looking ahead of her, absorbed in keeping a stoic expression.

'Her relationship with Vermont must be anything but ordinary if she lives here,' the woman thought. While the woman assessed Felicity, Felicity was also sizing her up. The woman stood at around 5'7" with long legs that seemed to stretch up to Felicity's waist. She wore a form-fitting, burgundy dress that accentuated her figure. Her makeup was flawless, and she had an attractive physique. While she might not possess Stella's striking allure, she was still undeniably beautiful.

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.”

“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.”

Just as I exit the front doors, I skid to a halt as I come face to face with two people I have never seen before. There is a woman who stands at around 5’ 8” with Blonde hair tied back in a bun, with a loose messy fringe. She has a curvaceous figure but is not overweight, she is simply shapely, and her arms and legs are toned showing that she exercises often. Her green eyes seem to glow with an intensity I have never seen before, and she has an air of regality about her.

' Lily wondered as she slowly approached the woman who was busy picking something up from the floor. In a swift motion, the woman straightened up, causing Lily to jump in surprise. The woman's height was almost, if not as tall as Mark's. "Sorry, did I startle you?" Lily managed to say to the woman who stood before her. The woman had black hair tied up in a messy bun, and her features were strikingly strong yet beautiful. She had a well-developed figure, both busty and curvy, yet possessed lean, long legs. She appeared to be in her early twenties to mid-twenties.

The sun has begun to set and I feel a weird wave rush through my body making me sit straight up on the bed. "Oh, you've awoken. Let me go get Alpha Jaxon and Emma," says a woman. She is barely 5 feet tall and has mousey brown hair tied into a bun on top of her head, a black long sleeve, demin jeans, and a pair of sneakers on. Before I can ask her what "Alpha" means, she scampers away.

She was entirely hopeless in front of the monster who doesn't even give the autonomy to die and it made her more enraged making her breathing hard. The soft voice made her look at the bedroom door. There was a woman who looked like she was a model who jumped out of a men's health magazine. She only could see half of her body as she was behind the door frame. She had long, dark hair, was at least six feet tall, and her b**bs... 34-EE. As someone who is scarcely endowed in the chest area with a pathetic bra measurement of 32-A, Jacques had an eye to measure up other women's measurements with her eyes. It is a little creepy, yes. But one would always yearn for the thing they miss as it is human

Sophia's POV Tell me if I'm going crazy,tell me have I lost my mind.Like did Jacob literally tell me that he grew feelings for me? This is literally brand new to me,I thought that I would never hear those words come out of his mouth but surprisingly it did and to be honest I'm actually glad that it did because I've been feeling the same way about him.I mean,yea,he said those rude and harsh things about me not so long ago but I don't hold grudges about something little like that.Well,it wasn't little because it did had me feeling insecure for a few days but I brushed it off because I know that I'm better than that.My mother didn't raised a soft woman,she raised an hard working woman,who's wis