Addison Timlin Height Novels & Stories

“Evening Allan. Is she keeping you busy?” “Of course, you know how she’s always ten steps ahead of everyone in the room and if she wasn’t I’d be bored.” Adriana came up and gave them both big hugs. Normally, shifters were as a rule the larger beings in the room, but Adriana was an exception to the rule topping just over six feet tall in her bare feet. Which she was rarely caught in. The woman only wore high heeled boots or shoes. It didn’t matter if she was in a ball gown or sweat pants.

The want and craving was mutual from our side but still there was a hesitation on her face. "Please let me stay here. Give 'US' the time and chance", I almost cried out while she looked at me with her pale white face, caught in delusion. . . . . *************** Character Sketch **** Emma Adison She's a short-tempered, strong-headed, cheerful, bubbly girl aged 20. Her height is with waist-length light brown hair and green orbs. She has an olive-skinned complexion and can make anyone her own in seconds with her sweet, crazy talk and beautiful smile. She loves going to parties and having her friends wrapped around her pinky finger.

Lexi fights back, "Oh okay then, your height" I started, "What's wrong with my height?" "Lexi you are 5'2 and as far as I know all of Leonard's body guards average height is more than 5'9, moving to your hands they are tiny and doesn't speak like someone who fights," "Don't forget your biggest disadvantage, you have boobs" Ed added I quickly hit him for pointing it out, I was handling it very carefully but this idiot just ruined it We all stopped talking and just looked at each other knowing very well we just booked our countdown. Lexi was silent and for the first time we can see smoke coming out from her ears and head.

Madelyn said, "Oh? I noticed that after not seeing you for a month, not only did you get fatter, but you've also grown some balls!" Forrest was speechless. He continued to ask, "Aren't you going to tell me what happened?" Madelyn quickened her pace but still did not answer. Forrest mocked her, "Hey, you walk quite fast with your short legs." Madelyn argued, "I don't have short legs!" It was the truth; she was quite tall for a girl, at around 5 feet 6 inches. With shoes on, she might even be 5 feet 7 inches.

Addison muttered under her breath. “What brings my girls together to meet their old mother?” She eyed us. I scanned her from top to bottom. She was wearing a high waist shorts and a flimsy top which showed her bra underneath. Her pepper and salt hairs were died brown. She looked younger and fit than old times. “I and Paul were doing Yoga and these are the most comfortable clothes. Don’t let your dirty mind cook some gross story.” Mom threw a stink eye at Addison. “Hey. She’s the one who commented on your clothes. I don’t care if you parade naked in the streets, Mom. That day, Adam was with me.” Addison defended herself.

His features were more striking, his presence more commanding than I had anticipated. As Brandon drew nearer, I couldn't help but notice the striking contrast between his presence and mine. Standing at five feet nine, I was accustomed to being the tallest among the Volkov ladies, but Brandon seemed to tower over me at a height that must have been at least six feet five. It was a reassuring thought, knowing that I wouldn't have to worry about wearing heels around him; our heights complemented each other effortlessly.

The rest of the dress fell in a smooth, suede-like flow to the floor, with a thigh-high slit revealing my leg as I moved and a slight train trailing behind me. My heels were simple yet intimidating—black stiletto heels with red bottoms, elegant and just high enough to make me stand taller and feel more confident. My hair fell down my back in a butterfly cut, styled in a soft blowout. The layers were light and full, framing my face in a way that felt polished but effortless. “If Donovan wasn’t such an asshole, maybe I’d give him more credit,” Addison said, circling me with an approving nod. “In fact, I am giving him credit. I get that he’s a douche, but he’s got taste.”

The kitchen has a bustle of activity when we enter, Austen and Josie appear to be cooking pancakes, Addison is mixing up one her gross smoothies she tries to get the rest of us to drink but we don’t and Sutton must still be asleep because she’s not here. Josie is standing in front of Austen tucked under his chin and his arms are wrapped around her as he holds the flip for the pancakes. She looks up at him with pure adoration, she is so in love. I’m happy she is happy, after everything she has gone through and still is suffering through she deserves it. Looking over at Kingston I whisper in his ear “Do you think our height difference is as noticeable as theirs?” Referring to Austen’s 6ft4 fig

“I-I’m Addison. Addison Garcia. Um... N-Nice to meet you.” The way her eyes are moving up and down Addison’s clothes before lingering on her face makes her cheeks grow hot. The fact that she’s taller than Addison by two or three inches doesn’t help.

It was empty. "Fuck! Fuck!" I cursed under my breath, my heart pounding in my chest. I turned to Adam, urgency in my voice. "Describe the woman to me. What did she look like?" I almost growled the question, a surge of frustration and worry coursing through me. We needed to find whoever was responsible for this and make sure Addison was safe. Adam's face was etched with concern as he quickly described the woman. "She had short black hair, about five-foot-six, and she was wearing a staff uniform. That's all I remember."