Bruna Marquezine Height Novels & Stories

“Of course not, Marina. Sahara has been very generous.” Marina gives me a sour sneer, grips my arm tightly, and leans close with a sharp glare. I take a deep breath and try to resist the urge to cringe. There’s something about Marina that makes me wary. She’s an attractive woman with pitch-black curly hair and clear icy blue eyes. She’s tall with a slim, supermodel body. Her breasts are small and firm, and her legs are miles long. Her face is classic, with high cheekbones, large eyes, and a button nose. There’s nothing about her that would make anyone suspicious. However, every time I see her, I get this dark feeling in the pit of my stomach.

She would not do this if she did not need to. Her phone rang and she hung up, it was probably her husband calling to ask where she was even though she told him she would be a while. Her attention was drawn from the ringing phone when a familiar woman stepped out of the elevator. The woman was as tall as a tree, she referred to Brianna as the Mexican Barbie, but she was the one with the long legs and a tiny waist, whereas Brianna was super short and tiny. Sienna's beauty and sexiness made the world around her stop, Brianna felt inadequately dressed even though Sienna was simply wearing high-waisted jeans with a crop top and a fleece coat, taking her height up a notch with a pair of nude heels

My heart. Abruptly a high-pitched bawl shredded through my eardrums. I turned around to see, Sheeba one of the women who lived on the same floor as me, gripping another woman’s neck. She was scrawny and short. On the contrary, Sheeba was almost 6.5 feet tall. She was a flabby lady with small hands and feet. They weren't small in general. But as compared to her height they were. She was on her feet with a menacing look on her face. I was surprised at that little lady's audacity. Going against someone who was ten times bigger than her. Holy shit! She had lifted the small lady from the ground. “My sandwich!” Sheeba yelled.

I didn't mention any titles, just my first name. They shared the same towering height at over 200 centimetres, broad shoulders, and olive-toned skin that hinted at Mediterranean heritage. Their dark brown hair was styled similarly, yet subtle variations set them apart. Marc stood just a touch taller, the extra centimetre adding an almost imperceptible dominance. His lips were fuller, and a cleft chin added a distinct character to his face. His eyebrows were perfectly symmetrical, giving him an air of composed strength.

Suddenly, the magazine in hand was blocked by a shadow. Elisa looked up and saw Julia and Brandon Helme’s face a few steps away. Julia looked at the decoration of the shop contemptuously, and said with a prick in his words, "It seems that you are not doing well in the Brich family. Since, you came to this place to shop.” "Why is this the only place in the world where I can spend my money?" Elisa with a light smile, closed the magazine, and stood up. Julia is only 1.58 meters, and Elisa is a few centimeters taller than her even in flat shoes.

Maria Lombardi. As Sebastian gritted his teeth at the sight of her, I felt my mouth slightly gape. She was beyond beautiful. Her tan skin complimented her light brown eyes to the T. Her hazelnut brown hair was pinned up into an elegant bun that put my bun to shame. She must have been around five feet nine inches. A few inches shorter than Sebastian's six foot frame, but a full five inches taller than me, even when I had my heels on. Everything about her, from her structured cheek bones to her full lips made me blush in embarrassment. "Ah, you must be Leslie, no?" She said. I widened my eyes in surprise. I didn't think her accent would be that strong.