How Tall Is Elena Gilbert Novels & Stories

That electric awareness that prickles along his spine and makes his wolf lift its head. She's here. Gabriel's eyes sweep the cemetery entrance before he can stop himself. And there she is. Elena Sterling stands at the top of the stone steps, surveying the crowd with those silver-blue eyes that have haunted his dreams for six years. She's dressed in black, a simple dress that flows to just below her knees, her dark hair pulled back in an elegant twist. She looks like a widow who's forgotten she's supposed to be mourning someone else's husband. Gabriel's breath catches.

She didn't respond, just pulled her arm away and stepped out of the car. They stood before the towering Valiant East building, ready for a meeting with Aaron Granger about the project's next steps. They entered and ascended to the top floor in silence. Elena looked stunning in a sleek yet sensual pantsuit, paired with red heels. Her hair was swept up in an elegant bun, and her makeup was understated. Beautiful as a delicate rose.

long, toned, and perfectly shaped from her toes to her thighs. I couldn’t help picturing her naked. Months earlier, Ryan and I had picked up lingerie for Lila and their mom, Elena. We’d seen the measurement card: Lila was 5’3” to 5’4”, 110 lbs, with 34-22-34 measurements and a large A/small B cup. Elena’s stats were even more memorable…5’7” to 5’7½”, 135 lbs, 36-26-37, and a full C cup.

She was too amazed by the grandeur and vastness of the Lupus Kingdom’s palace. “Hmmm, she really is innocent…” Lucien whispered as he led Elena to the back of the palace. There stood a pavilion that would temporarily become Elena’s residence. From there, she could see the Black Lake and the large apple tree. Lucien stepped closer to Elena, who was still mesmerized. He was tall—193 cm—while Elena was 162 cm, making the height difference quite significant. “Uh?” Elena immediately became alert and stepped back when Lucien approached, but Lucien disliked how she always tried to distance herself.

He shouted. Elena fidgeted with his grasp on her but it was pointless. He was a towering 6.5 with bulging muscles. Although she had beauty to rival the goddess herself she was barely 5’5, no muscles at all, thanks to the zero combat training she’d received. “I just want to be a normal girl with a normal life. I want to go to school father!..” the words hardly escaped her mouth without a whimper.

When he heard the high heels behind him, he turned around. Ellena looked at him with some anticipation. The stylist said that she was very beautiful like this. Would Edward also think that she was very beautiful like this? However, Edward only looked for a few seconds before he looked away. He walked over to help her. "You are not used to wearing high heels?” Ellena nodded. "Yes, I did not wear high heels much before." The stylist picked out eight centimeters high heels for her. With her 1.67 meters tall naked body, she was now 1.75 meters tall.

At that point in time I thought to give the description. Caleb shook his head. "Sure, I will!" he replied. I kept shut staring and listening to all that was going on. "Everest is a young lady probably in her early twenties. She possesses stunning blue eyes and is 5’9” tall. " he described. I turned over, staring at him in shock. "So you knew her all along?" I asked.

I continue, “but even if you didn’t go through with it, why not tell us? Why let us mourn her? Why let us believe she was dead?” “Because she was dead. To all of you,” she snaps. “I didn’t want your negativity around her. She needed peace. She needed to heal. That’s what the miracle healer said.” “Miracle healer?” I blink. “What–” Elena grabs my hand. “Enough about that,” she says quickly, smiling wide. “Come on. It doesn’t matter what happened. I’m alive and well, and that’s a good thing, right, Ray?” She tilts her head, waiting, that same Elena charm shining through. My chest tightens. I nod once. Then again.

~ELENA’S POV ~ I stood before the grand mirror in my chambers, staring at what was left of me. My hands ran down the embroidery of my ceremonial gown—heavy and suffocating. Just like the weight of being the Alpha of Sizzle pack which I carried for years. Unfortunately, that weight was taken off my shoulder. At first I was happy I was doing something like that. Sacrificing my position for my mate, Vernon. That was the best decision to me given the fact that I couldn’t morph.

Desperately. But as she padded down the hallway toward the grand staircase, Elena stepped out from the kitchen alcove like a ghost. The 28-year-old housekeeper was beautiful in a quiet, dangerous way — dark hair pulled into a sleek bun, sharp cheekbones, and eyes that had clearly seen too much in this house. “Miss Lila,” Elena said softly, voice smooth as velvet. She was holding a stack of fresh towels but didn’t move to pass. “You should be more careful near the pool. The walls carry sound… and certain things leave marks.”