8 Foot Tall Woman Novels & Stories

But, all she earned was some amused laughter at the crowd because the bald man wasn't hurt by her hits at all. Zoey stopped moving and looked up at the bald man and realized that she looked like a dwarf compared to his height. And, she was freaking five feet and ten inches at that matter. The type of height that exceeded the average height of normal women in America! "What do you think you're doing, little pony?"

I pushed to my feet, lowered my hand back down to her. "Are you a good persthon?" She ignored my hand and rose to her feet unassisted. I blinked as she rose to her full height. Only a handful of inches shorter than my six-five, she was one of the tallest women I'd ever met. Images of her legs wrapped around my body slid through my mind in 4K UHD. "Hello? Are you?" She waved her hand in front of my face. Get your mind out of the gutter, you jerk. I nodded. "Yes. I like to think I'm a good person. Where did you come from again?"

hould I just end her here or better still use the enemy hand on her; I thought inwardly while feasting on my nails. "Can I trust you? '' she asked after thinking for a while, batting her long eyelashes at me. I just realized I haven't taken time to check the woman in front of me. She was about 5.5feets tall in height. She has a silky long raven hair which almost reached her waist line, even with the warrior attire on her body her cleavages were still visibly showing while her plump pink lips will surely tempt men who comes in contact with her.

She is draped in a beautiful burgundy dress and a bold red lip. We step further in and take our seats at a table far in the corner. A middle aged woman walks up to us to take our order and I can't help but notice how large her hands are. And her feet too. She looked like a giant. Stanking about 7 feet tall. A sharp contrast to the tiny tavern we were in. “What can I get ya!” she asks in a surprisingly jolly tone “We’ll have some bread with Chocolate tea.” Yoda responds “Is that right for all of ya?” she confirms and the others nod

And he was smiling, a smile that easily reached his eyes. The woman by the man's left had around 1,8 meters in height, long raven-black free hair that reached the middle of her back. Skin of a white healthy color. Bust of an D-cup, with wide hips and thin waist line, her body lines boosted by the one piece dark blue dress that hugged her upper body. Her face depicted her noble lineage to any that looked at it, and her chocolate brown eyes gave her a gentle and intelligent look. She too was smiling.

A beautiful woman was about twenty-seven or eight years old strode in, surrounded by more than ten Las Vegas officials. She had a supermodel body and a height close to 1.7 meters. Her proportions were perfect, paired with a delicate and picturesque face. She exuded the aura of a domineering CEO. However, the expression on her lovely face was too cold. She had a demeanor that reeked of superiority, which terrified ordinary men from even sparing a glance at her.

"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."

The sound of heels clicking in the empty hallway caught their attention, and their eyes shifted to the woman in her late twenties who was busy rummaging through her files. In her blue pencil jeans and white shirt, she stood tall at 5’8”, her hazelnut hair tied back in a ponytail, and square eyeglasses perched on her nose. “Do you know her?” Just as Elijah was about to respond to Veronica’s whisper, the woman walked up to them.

I shrugged, “Fuck knows.” “Ok, compare her to me.” She offered. I looked down at the woman’s form, it was difficult to tell as I had only seen Skylar lying down or sitting up. “I think she’s a little slimmer than you, but she’s taller, around 5,7.” “Ok, I’m an 8, so she could be a 6.” She grabbed a t-shirt off the rail and held it up. “Does this look like it’ll fit her?” she asked, I nodded, “yeah, I think so.”

I have met women. Women with the body of a goddess. Intimidating women, submissive women, weak women, and any kind of woman one could think of. But never have I met one so stubborn and defiant as Ashley Evaline Miller. The five-feet-three inch tall woman was doing things to my head. She was messing me up so badly, shattering me into pieces and molding me back into a whole. If it were any other woman that had been trying this hard to resist me, I would have thought twice about blowing her brains off.