Jasmine Roth Height Novels & Stories

This law was not only applied in the Blackfrost Kingdom but also allover Wolftopia. ‘What will she look like?’ he wondered. ‘Will she has fair skin? Or even tanned? Will she be tall? I hope she won’t be taller than me.’ He smiled a little thinking if his mate would be taller than him, he was 195 cm tall, and he couldn’t imagine any other woman could beat his height. A sudden knock on his chamber was preventing his dream about his mate became wilder. “Come in,” Jayden spoke calmly.

A man needs privacy! I wrap my arms around Jenna’s waist from behind and rest my chin on her shoulder. She’s at least a foot shorter than I am, but most are. I don’t think there’s a woman alive who’s six-foot-five like me. However, most she-wolves are around five-ten, few above six-foot or shorter than five-eight. “Yes, beautiful, this is all for you.” “I wasn’t expecting all of this, Luther. You didn’t have to go to so much trouble.” She says that while feeling the silk of the midnight blue cocktail dress with her fingertips. She likes it, and that’s all that matters.

A voice came from behind the two. Gael and Leonard turned around in unison and they were both shocked at the sight of Ashton. Ashton was walking over with a woman and the two were holding hands. The woman had fair skin, she was slender with a narrow waist and her legs were long. She looked beautiful as her long hair danced lazily in the wind. Ashton was as dashing as always but his face was a little pale. Gael's mouth was wide open after seeing his grandson. Leonard on the other hand had his eyes fixed on Maya as his eyes flashed with a mysterious light. No one could tell what he was thinking about or what was so interesting about Maya.

He ran towards the rooftop in a rush, skipping steps and lunging forward, taking two at a time in a desperate attempt to reach the roof faster. Reaching the door knob he was quick to push it open and burst in like a thundering storm, his urgency and fear driving him forward. However once he ambled in, his breath got stuck in his throat watching her. Jasmine stood on the rooftop, a vision of sublime beauty draped in a tight fitting black frock which hugged her curves perfectly. She was looking like a siren of unearthly beauty. Her flowing tresses were the color of the deepest abyss, yet even dark skies could not hide her divinity. Her radiant eyes shone like green gems as they gazed at the mo

Laura roared, standing up from her seat in one swift move that sent the chair clashing with the white wall because of the sudden movement. “Now you will jump lower and skate slower.” She still did not look at me or my agent. She kept walking back and forth, talking to herself like the possessed woman she was. That was actually not true. I was a pretty tall woman — 175 cm was a very good height for a woman with a body type like mine — plus I only weighed around fifty‑eight kilograms. I was still far off the average weight I needed to be in order to be fully written off my medication, but this witch could not hear those things.

“Miss, what’s your husband’s height?” Cynthia immediately waved her hand refuting the sales assistant. Her face flushed. “I’m not buying it for my husband.” “Oh. What is the height of the person you’re buying it for? “Around one… one point eight three meters?” She mulled over it. She just knew that Gabriel was quite tall. He was taller than the average man. “Then take these pajamas. It should be long enough for him to wear.” Cynthia touched the fabric and felt that it was quite comfortable. It was also gray in color and was not gaudy. She nodded and said, “Alright. I’ll take these.”

She stood up with Cristine and excitedly approached Jasson. “Master, I need a part-time job. Maybe, you can hire me as your personal maid?” Cristine whimpered with her arms anchored to Jasson’s right arm. “Me too, Master. I can iron your clothes. Hmmm, I can fix your hair in any style you want,” said Elizha, who looked like a child because of her four-eleven height compared to Jasson's six-foot stature. Jasson gave them a playful smirk—the kind of smile that makes every girl go crazy. He let the girls cling to his arms as he neared his table and sat on the ergonomic chair.

Not even one of the people on the list remotely reminded him of the girl he’d been with last night. She hadn’t been particularly unique with her long, dark hair and porcelain skin, but she’d still stood out from the crowd. Her height was part of the reason, and had he been any shorter, he would have found the fact that she was over six feet tall in heels a little intimidating, but at six foot three there’d still been a comfortable difference between them. She had been thin, too, like the models on the covers of the fashion magazines that Jude always carried around. Her hipbones had honestly been borderline dangerous.

~¶~¶~¶~¶~ Rhea sat at the dining table picking at her untouched plate of salad. "Rhea, what's wrong?, why are you not eating?" Rhea's mother asked, Leah Robinson was a small pixie like woman, with bountiful curves, short brown hair and big brown eyes, apart from the height, Rhea looked exactly like her mother, she had gotten her height from her father, Rhea herself was 5'6, while her mother was 5'1. "I am fine," Rhea mumbled and continued playing with her salad, she didn't know why her mother was pretending to care, she was well aware that she didn't.

Although she didn’t have much endowment, in terms of breast size, she still looked good consistently. Martha appeared to be in her mid-to-late thirties. She stood at about five feet, six inches tall. Martha was skinny, but had meat on her bones in all the right places and she had curves and legs to boot. I loved looking her over, like salivating eye candy.