Letitia Wright Height Novels & Stories

“All good, busy which is nice since I have another house I am looking to buy and turn around. Don’t suppose you want to have a stake in it? I know you said a while ago you’d be interested in my next venture.” The waitress comes to the counter, “can I get you anything, Levy? Coffee, tea or something stronger.” Letitia has worked here ever since I can remember, she’s friendly and sweet. Today her lilac dyed hair is piled high on her head with a pink bow tied around it. Kinda cute. She’s a sassy woman that’s for sure. “I’ll have a coffee, thanks Letitia. How is your boy these days?” “Oh, he is fine, he’s in the Marines now. He’ll be like old Alex here.”

“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.

"Hello, Mr. Clemon, I have been a fan of yours for many years. Please call me Teresa." The Western women took the initiative to talk to Nathan. She had long legs and a very tall figure. Even if she was wearing thick winter clothes, she still couldn't hide her beautiful curves, and she was very proud of her height of 1.7 meter. When she looked up at him, there was just the right amount of worship and pleasant surprise in her eyes. She didn't look too cold nor overly fanatical. As soon as Nathan lowered his head, he saw her work tag.

indiscretions. Katrina was, without a doubt, a stunning woman, tall and statuesque, standing at just under 5 foot 10 inches to my 6 foot 3 inch frame. Her beauty was more than skin-deep, though; she had a sharp mind and a quick wit, making her a formidable opponent in both business and pleasure.

How she wished to just kneel before this one-in-a-million alpha. “Where has your courage gone?” Ashton asked, hiding an amused smile behind his cold face. “I was wrong alpha, please forgive me,” Maya said. Although she was sitting in bed, her head was almost touching her thighs. Ashton was not pleased by this posture. She was supposed to be the queen. People are supposed to submit to her, not the other way around. “Sit up straight!” he ordered. “Huh?” Maya did not understand but she did not raise her head.

“It’s making sure she stays warm. She is close to being within the standard range of weight for her size, but not yet. Since she doesn’t have enough body fat, we need to help her out.” “Hmm… sounds like bullshit, but you’re the doctor lady.” Leticia holds her hands behind her back and makes a funny face at Maya. I wish I had my phone out to take a picture. I stand next to Leticia and send Diane a quick mindlink to give us privacy. “You seem really interested in Maya.” I hold my hands behind my back and mimic her posture. “What if things are different now?” Leticia stays bent over but looks at me. “Now that Katherine isn’t our dictator.”

I didn’t look so bad if you ask me, I just need a little more weight and peace of mind. I shrug “I don’t need a day off, and I’m not going to get it even if I wanted.” I say. She shook her head. I’m about two inches taller than Layla who stands at five feet and five inches but you wouldn’t easily notice because of her body type. She has more weight than I do. She’s not fat or skinny, just the perfect size but she would complain and fret about how much she wishes we could fit into the same clothes.

She gasped, "You … You're Larissa!" "What? Don't you recognize me after six years?" Larissa got out of the car. She was dressed in a white sweater and a black leather skirt. Her legs were slender. She wore a pair of long boots, which accentuated her figure. Charmaine was never confident about her height. She was only five feet tall, but she lied about being five feet four inches. For most times, she would wear stiletto heels. When she stood next to Larissa—who was five feet five inches tall—Charmaine looked like a dwarf!

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 is the sole heir of the Wright family. The heir to the most powerful mafia family in Italy." The color drained from Dante's face. The Wright family. The name was legendary in the underworld. Power, wealth, danger—the family had everything that commanded fear. "Impossible!" His face twisted as if he'd heard the world's biggest joke. "Don't feed me that bullshit. Isabella, I've known you for ten years. You're just a pathetic creature even your own father didn't love!" His words were sharp, but they couldn't hurt me anymore. I'd given up on that man years ago.