Cassandra Cain Height Novels & Stories

She dared another glance at the man as the players to her right placed their bets. He was tall. Very tall. And broad. And intimidating. Which was something, considering Shania's Amazonian proportions. She didn't often find men that could dwarf her. She stood just under six feet with a body that gave curvy a new name. A friend had once called her ass a ba-donk-a-donk. Whatever that meant. But it had sounded like a compliment, so Shania had taken it as such. She'd always felt comfortable in her own body.

The blonde looks up at me from his shoulder as she brushes her strands of hair behind her ear. Coen turns to look at me as he clears his throat. " A minute." I tip my head to the exit. He sighs. " Hi, Asa." Cassandra greets. I turn to look at her, taking in her outfit. Her black top is too tight and it's spilling out her breasts. The leather skirt she's wearing is extremely short and it matches her leather thigh high boot. Cassandra is pretty but too crazy.

“Ah, dear niece, so this is what an average day in the life looks like… waltzing with your kill and staring right into their eyes right before you snuff the light out of it… brilliant!” It was obvious he wanted a reaction out of her, and on a very good day, he would have gotten nothing, but today wasn’t exactly going as planned for the plus-sized assassin. Barbara moved with a speed that would have stunned the girl she used to be. In one fluid motion, she was behind him. She didn't bother shedding the server's jacket; she simply reached beneath it. The cold steel of a ceramic knife was pressed firmly against the pulse point of his neck before he could say another word.

He nodded and left, shooting me one last curious glance before closing the door behind him. I was arranging my laptop when the door opened again. A woman walked in…tall, blonde, immaculately dressed in a fitted navy dress. She carried a stack of folders against her chest and moved with confidence. “Mr. Gavin, the Henderson files you requested.” She set the folders on his desk, then turned. Her eyes landed on me. Her lip curled. “I don’t believe we’ve met properly.” She extended her hand, but warmth was absent from her eyes. “I’m Cassandra . Mr. Gavin’s executive assistant.”

...Cassandra POV... In all of my five-foot-four splendor and glory, I tower a table of six men. One of these men is my new playboy, Christian Caine. The very same one that not but a few minutes ago left me frustrated and hanging, once again. So this, this will be my payback to him

she began, her voice laced with a venomous calm, “you shouldn’t be ogling me like I’m some kind of pole dancer from a cheap club, Mr. Montemayor.” Cayson’s smirk widened. He turned to Dudz and said with amusement, “Fierce.” Dudz scratched his head like he wanted to disappear. “That’s just how she is, man. You know how teachers can be…” Cayson looked at her again. “Oh, so you’re a teacher now, huh?” She lifted her chin again to meet his gaze. At 5’6”, she wasn’t short— but standing next to him, she felt like an underdeveloped NPC.

Then again, considering the location and time, if this person did not receive any prior instruction, there was no reason for anyone to be here. Jon hesitated before he finally asked, "Are you Anon?" Catherine stood with her arms crossed. She raised her head, looking at Jon particularly coldly. "Are any introductions needed?" Jon was caught by surprise. He did not expect the small, inconspicuous guy to be Anon. Judging from the petite frame, he looked like a girl. Jon had a particularly beefy body. He was 6.2 feet and covered with muscles. Catherine was 5.5 feet in height. In Zerwick, she was considered tall, but looked short next to Jon.

The elevator doors slid open, and I stepped onto my floor. My eyes landed on him instantly. Damien Roth. Tall, composed, in a charcoal suit that fit him like it had been stitched straight onto his frame. His hair was perfect, his posture relaxed but full of quiet authority. And he wasn’t alone. Cassandra was beside him. She was dressed in a shimmering emerald suit, the fabric catching the light as she shifted her weight onto one heel. Her hair was pulled into a sleek ponytail that made her look sharper, more dangerous. She was smiling wide and flawless and her laugh drifted across the lobby like music.

Keyla was getting more and more engrossed in choosing the many kinds of chocolate, until then she asked for a chocolate that was quite tall. “Mom, I want that chocolate,” said Keyla. “Oh, wait a minute, I’ll get it for you,” Camellia immediately complied with Keyla’s wish to take a Doraemon-shaped chocolate that was placed in a tall window. Because Camellia’s height can be said to be petite because she is only 165 cm, so she had a bit of difficulty picking it up plus there were many visitors jostling to take the same chocolate.

Jena asked and waited for her to speak Cassandra smiled “I do not know what you are getting at” “Since you don’t want to take a guess I will tell you? Jena shifted closer to her again, this time she was so close that she could whisper in her ears “She is 6 feet under as we speak, this is what happens to anyone who messes with Nuella. You better not think you are going to win whatever fight you are about to start because guess what? Nuella will make you regret it, that you will wish you never woke up from that Coma” Jena said then shifted away to look at her facial expression and she is very sure she had seen Cassandra’s angry face before it had disappeared.