Coretta Scott King Height Novels & Stories

“Big sis!” Here he was, trying to flirt, and Nylah had dragged him out. Now, they ran into Britney… If the boss found out about this, things would be a mess! Britney was 168 cm tall, with a proportional body, while Nylah was at least 175 cm. Her curvy figure was dressed in a loose casual coat. Even though Britney wore 8 cm heels, she only managed to match Nylah’s height, who wore casual flat shoes.

"Ma'am, I implore you to show me mercy. I swear on my life that I shall never repeat my mistake again." Undoubtedly, her ash-gray locks complement her appearance, lending an air of resilience to her demeanor despite her petite stature. At a mere height of 5 feet and 2 inches, she stood before him. Her skin was as pale as freshly fallen snow, but the slightest touch of sunlight would transform it into a rosy hue. Despite the relentless blaze of the sun, her skin remained immaculately tended to.

“You said it to me yourself. Sometimes, you don’t like being called cute because of your height.” {When I said that to you,} Kate thinks angrily, {I didn’t think you’d use it against me.} “I’m 5’3”,” she says aloud, gritting her teeth. “So? I’m 5’8”,” Ms. Perfect says without looking up from her flipchart. “That’s already the minimum height to be a fashion model. And if you were thinking of a career as a flight attendant, forget it. You’d barely reach the overhead compartments.”

James asked her when he noticed that she had fallen into a daze. “How tall are you?” she asked, as she found it hard to guess his height. “203cm,” James answered simply, and an amused smile played on his lips when she almost choked on her spit. “You are more than two meters tall?” she asked incredulously and James had to do everything not to laugh. He still needed to maintain his dignity as her boss!

I snarled. Scarlett rolled her eyes at me, unimpressed. “She’s a grown woman. Let her have some fun.” Scarlett was 6ft tall, wore 5-inch stiletto heels, and her nails were sharpened to points that could slash throats. It may have scared off lesser men, and while I usually admired her ability to stand her ground, she’d be about as difficult to get out of the way as a twig if she wasn’t careful. “Scar, I swear to god,” I breathed.

Calistas pov I stood tall in the center of the room refusing to let my knees buckle under the weight of the man sitting before me, the Alpha King. He was almost seven feet of pure muscle and dark tattoos that went all the way up his neck. The Alpha King looked like a god of war sitting behind that oak desk. I was not going to look down. I was not going to let the Alpha King see me tremble. The Alpha King crossed his legs, his dark eyes staring straight into my soul.