Angela Giarratana Height Novels & Stories

"Cry all you want while I take everything." She tossed her hair over her shoulder and stormed off to the VIP section, ordering the workers to attend to her right now. She thought she had won and talked her way out of trouble with Richard, but her huge ego was going to ruin her. "Did you see her hands shaking?" Gigi whispered, watching Angela throw a little fit in the mirror over a magazine. "She puts on a big show, but she is sweating." "Let her play," I said, leaning back. "The bigger they are, the harder they fall."

Her caramel-like scent that entered my nose drew me to her, almost perfect body, and her beautiful face. Even though Gabriella isn't particularly tall, she still has a lot to be proud of in terms of her physical beauty, which was something I will admit. I would put her height at 5'5 to 5'7 feet. With her cherry-colored lips, her doe-like eyes, and her flawless porcelain complexion, it seemed as if she had been transported straight from heaven! If she were to be styled similarly to how Princess Amanda was when we went out and go to the bar, she would be even more stunning than Princess Amanda. But despite this, I don't think it makes me crazy to take him on as my Mate!

Standing at 6’0 with an athletic and toned body, tattoos and of course his signature blonde hair and blue gray eyes made him one of the toughest men alive. Sliding her glance slightly, she can’t help but spot the woman now standing next to him, her 5’8 lean and fit body commanded attention, the woman's long blond hair and beautiful gray eyes bored holes into her 5’6 frame, a shiver making its way down her spine as she continued to look at both of her parents. Her mother Angelica Rose Marie Moretti was also kind and loving but fierce when needed to be and right now both of her parents were looking mighty pissed compared to the last time she had seen them.

I mentally facepalm. "Angela?" our moments suddenly cut off after someone called her name. I turned my gaze to where the voice came from and right there...I see a woman standing in our direction. She looks around twenty-three to twenty-seven, good physic, has honey tanned skin, short black hair, and indeed has a beautiful face. She was looking at us, curiosity was evident on her face. "Bel! Come here!" Angela spoke excitedly to the woman named Bel. Angela put three glasses and juice in the jar on the wooden table. Bel immediately approached our direction.

She tied it up in a very messy bun and stared at her reflection again Angela was a very gorgeous lady of an average height, her lips were red not pink and she had a smile that could melt even the coldest heart, her brown eyes were warm and showed tenderness, she was slim and her long legs were one of a kind and she often enjoyed showing it off. The only problem is her hair, her sun it was always a pain in the ass for her, it’s damaged and the split ends are straight from hell, it was giving her a headache. **********

said Regan gently. "And Rena, you didn't marry young. You're currently 29 years old," Regan said. "I'm already that old." She squealed, making everyone chuckle. "Hey, you must have forgotten me too, huh?" Angela exclaimed, making Renata look at her with a frown on her forehead. "Who are you?" "I'm Angela; I'm 31 years old and your sister-in-law," Angela said. "Sister-in-law? So he's-?" Renata looked at Regan.

Gianna Lynn is 5'3 in height, slim, and alabaster white with brown eyes and coffee-brown hair that she loves dying green. She's an excellent friend of Caitrona from Sicily who newly moved to Milan for her new job. Gianna frowns. “You scared me. So what exactly happened? How did you fall?” she folds her arm to her chest. Who else could it be? It indeed those devils, I will undoubtedly settle this score with them. But I should not tell Gina for the time being, or else she will worry. She thought.

The light in Jay’s eyes dimmed. Yet Jean continued to describe her. “But she wore sky-high shoes, so I’d say she’s probably around 160 centimeters tall in truth.” Jay mulled over the thought. This woman’s wild personality had quite the similarity to Rose’s. Could it be her? “I’ll meet up with her.” Grand Old Master Ares was ecstatic. “I’m relieved knowing that you’ll see to it handled.”

“Those are too high! How many inches are those?!” “Too low, actually! Just wear them!” Vangie walked back to the bed and sat down. The stilettos were five inches high. She hadn’t worn heels like these in twenty years. She almost lost her balance a few times before she finally found her footing. “You’re trying to paralyze me!” she complained. Sheila just laughed. “Let’s go!” She dragged Vangie out of the room. Anton was quietly waiting outside—and his jaw dropped the moment he saw her.

Svetlana rolled her eyes at his dramatics and playfully shoved him away, "Mr. Giannini, honey traps will get you nowhere with me." She set her hairs again in the mirror and turned to him again with a soft smile, "How am I looking?" Svetlana glanced at him. Luca looked at her, from her bare feet to the twinkling set of the unique set of silver and gold eyes. He nodded at her then stepped forward and held her in front of the mirror so they were both seen in the reflection standing together. His alluring scent was dulling her senses. Right then Svetlana saw the height difference between them. She hardly reached his shoulders and she was no short woman, she was 5′9 which should be considered tal