Adria Arjona Height Novels & Stories

"I'm Adelia! The only daughter of Alpha Lundamos. I do not need protection." I knew what she was trying to do. She was trying to make me feel better. As much as I didn't want to feel better, I couldn't stop my lips from stretching into a small smile as I watched her antics. "You proud girl." Adelia's smile broadened when she saw me smile and she nudged me by the shoulder. She had to jump to do that because she was quite short — well, not that short but I liked to tease her by calling her short. She was 5'8.

Whatever came over her did the best thing for me because she was willingly looking at me like I hung the moon and stars. I pulled her by the wrist since she is close enough. Holding both sides of her waist, I haul her up easily. She yelps, not expecting that move. She is back to straddling me in seconds. Her chest heaves, her breast rising and falling with each movement. I stare at her dusky nipples, marveling at how anyone could be this perfect. Adriana is. There is no chip in her body. Nothing missing. Perfection is too little a word for what she is.

Alycia took a deep breath and let it out. "No need to apologize! Come here!" Aaron smiled while extending his hand. Alycia smiled shyly and got into the arms of her future husband. Aaron stroked Alycia's long black hair and said softly. "Calm down! Nothing will happen! I'm always by your side!" Alycia raised her face with a slight look up considering Aaron was very tall, his height touched 180 cm and maybe even more, while Alycia was very petite at only 160cm making Alycia only reach Aaron's chest fortunately at this time she was wearing high heels that were high enough so that Alycia did not really have to look up higher.

He was really trying to give his all, but I didn't get married to him to get all lovey dovey. I mumbled some words, telling him I wanted to quickly brush my teeth, but they only came out as gibberish. I guess he got the message though as he gestured for me to go. I finished and came back. He was already sitting on the bed, and the tray was on a small round wooden table. He was shirtless but had an apron on. At least he wore pants. Adriano was at least taller than six feet. I was small and fragile as a girl, but I grew up to be as tall as my late mother, with a height of 5'7. I'm not joking when I say I caught big fish. My husband is every girl's dream.

Marta Morales arrived a few minutes later. She walked in looking a little bit flustered and apologetic. However, she also looked beautiful. Dr. Marta is 34 years old. She was a little taller than me at 5'6 and 127lbs. She was of Puerto Rican descent and had light, coffee brown skin and big, brown eyes. Her facial features were delicate and pretty, with large lips and straight teeth. Her hair was medium length, just down her to neck and black and her body was incredibly voluptuous with large, 36-D breasts. She even looked good with the cares of a bad day hanging all over her.

I got ready and was soon on my way to the dungeons. As she had said, Adriana was already there and waiting for me. She stood firm by the entrance and had her dark shades on. Was I just noticing how exceptionally beautiful she was or had I been purposefully ignoring that fact. She was certainly my kind of woman. Always with her black clothing. I cannot say that I have seen her ever in any other color save for black. She was always in a leather jacket and leather pants. The jacket would usually be over a black polo that was tucked in with her thick boots that had little spikes. Her dressing was always similar to this and did I mention what she rode? A powerful sparkling motorbike. She was slim

"Yes." "You realized I was adapting." "So we adjusted the intake," he replied. Aria let out a slow, measured breath. Her legs shifted beneath her, but this time, they refused to lock. Her knee hit the ground with an impact that echoed through the hollow chamber, a dull thud that signaled the end of her physical defiance. She caught herself with one hand, but her arm trembled violently under her weight. Her head dropped. It wasn't an act of defeat, but a mechanical failure; holding it up suddenly required more effort than her neck muscles could provide.

I saw her in pictures and in Face-calls, but seeing her in front of us now, I can only say that the woman is gorgeous. She is 6.0 feet tall, and has a very athletic body shape. At the moment, she is wearing a casual outfit that highlights all her strengths, making her look like a model. The fact that she has been in Europe for the last 5 years speaks for itself in her outfit. Whoever said that less is more was not wrong. Maria is simple and yet extremely sophisticated and elegant. She is just spectacular!

“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.

She refused him to mark her. To me, they complemented each other perfectly. Mark was reserved and quiet, while Eliana was loud and outgoing, always ready to socialize. He stood at about 6’4” heavily built, while she was 5' 6” with a slender body. “Promise you’ll do for me what I did for you,” she said, sinking to her knees in front of me, her hands resting on my thighs.