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Whenever I tried probing her for further information she would close off on me. "You'll be shifting today," Lara told me feeling so excited for me. She was an early bloomer. She shifted into her wolf for the first time when she turned 13. Middle bloomers shifted into their wolves when they turned 16, for me... I believed I was a late bloomer despite the rumors that went around saying I was cursed. I read books and I was sure that curses could be lifted. I had Lara who always stood by my side giving me encouragement all day.

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Bree explained. “Are you sure, Miss? They're heavy, you might not be able to handle it.” Bree wanted to scratch her head. She had been hearing the words "you might not be able to handle it" since this morning. What did these men think of her? Those were simple tasks, why were they like that? Maybe because of her height? She wasn't that short. She was at least five feet tall, which was tall for Bree. “No, I can carry them, I just look small, but I'm strong.” Bree smiled widely before taking the flowers to carry upstairs.

I would have never pictured myself friends with Bloom. Are we even friends? I think we are—or maybe she's just tolerating me because she has to tutor me. I don't know but I don't mind her—which is surprising because a lot of people annoy me. Bloom—she's just pure and wholesome and—I don't know. She just makes me want to keep her safe—or some ridiculous sappy shit like that. What does piss me off though—is that jackass Evan she's dating. How the hell does someone as kind and pure as Jasmine date a piece of shit like Evan.

You must be Maria Ann Stevens," I heard him tell her with a kind smile. She blushed and looked away and spoke under her breath. "Hello, yes I am." but I am sorry for being late, Mr. Smith," she told him in a sweet and small voice. She is a small girl, maybe five foot and a hundred pounds maybe less. She is a tiny thing. I know I am, and Emilia is the tallest in our friend group, but wow, she's like a little tinker bell. "It's okay, Miss. Stevens before we start. How about coming up in front of the class and telling us who you are and where you're from?" Mr. Smith told her with a smile.

Jennie and Jackson finished their shower and went to the bedroom to get dressed. Jennie handpicked a floral blouse and black jeans from their wardrobe. She wore her pants and was about to wear her shirt when Jackson grabbed them for her hands. Jennie tried to reach out for the blouse, but he kept raising it higher. She jumped as high as she could, yet her husband's 6'8 height was too tall for Jennie because she was 5'3. Jackson teased her a bit. He would bring her shirt a little lower when Jennie strived to seize it, Jackson would carry the blouse higher.

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.

she grumbled, instantly met with a light chuckle and a chuckle. "That's why you shouldn't be short." A sharp glare was the main thing Rose did. "Watch your language. I'm not short! I'm 163cm tall. The average height of Canadian women is like that." "Oh, yeah? We're 29cm apart. And you still boast about your 163cm?" "Of course I do. Because I'm not short, you're just a street pole."

"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.

April Rose had never seen someone like Miss Foxglove, and she was immediately taken aback by how unbelievably tall and large the woman walking straight towards her was. Miss Foxglove was a formidable seven-foot-tall woman of a stately, commanding presence. For a woman, she’s incredibly one of a kind even from April’s innocent perspective. She had broad shoulders and thicker limbs, and yet still, there was a visible balance of femininity in her. Miss Foxglove’s ginger hair was impeccably styled into a tidy bun, giving such a clear view of the beautiful features of her face. No one can deny the fact that she’s such a unique character, possessing both a man and a woman’s features.