Maddie Phillips Height Novels & Stories

Many might think I do it to humble her because I’m some devil, but really, it’s to protect her. Mad stands at five feet six. She’s never bothered about her diet, but that doesn’t hide the fact that she possesses a killer body, carrying curves most would kill for. Her baby blonde hair frames her cute, round face, accentuating her lovely lips, nose, and captivating ocean-blue eyes.

The fact that Maddy is stunned to see me too, and she's standing there looking at me like she couldn't believe I was standing there. Now I understood why that girl said the Maddy she knew wasn't chubby. Because Maddy has changed from the once thick girl I used to know to a now slimmer one. That's the perks of college right? All the night studying, it's bound to take a toll on you somehow. Maddy's brown hair are now dyed Expresso blond, the roots black. Her cheeks seemed to have leveled a bit and her skin was now paler, her lips a bright shade of pink. Due to the reduce in her weight, she now looked taller than before even though I was always a couple of inches taller than her in the past. Bu

Everything sucks. “What’s with the sad face, boy?” Maddie announced her entrance with a loud smack of her gum and the heady scent of her cologne. Sawyer turned around to face her Just as Maddie hopped on the counter, swinging her legs. For someone slim and 5’9, she had pretty long legs. She pried the paper and straightened it, her black eyes roaming over the neatly-typed words on the page, the skin of her forehead pressed together in concentration. “Oh. My. God. This is bad news.”

This bit of knowledge didn’t help me feel any more confident as she towered over me while emitting enough hate to melt an iron rod. I could see why Marc was attracted to her. She was built like a playboy model with breasts that announced her arrival long before the rest of her got there. Her waist was an easy ten inches smaller than her hips. If not more. She wore form fitting clothing to accentuate these attributes. Nothing was left to the imagination. Even her hair was great. Quite honestly, I questioned what was wrong with Marc that he would pass over this goddess type female for puny little, bad hair, me. It was a genuine mystery as far as I was concerned. As her resentful eyes s

Someone exclaimed. I looked up and was graced with a vision of beauty. Golden skin, a well endowed figure that was more concentrated in her ample bosom. Her height was somewhere around the range of 5' 11 and 6 feet. If I were to hazard a guess, I would say she was of Middle Eastern descent. Her hair was a dark brown and about shoulder length, whereas Lady Piia has hair as dark as night and her skin was more of a milky color, paler than even mine.

I answered with an honest look. "Okay, what about their heights?" he went on. "Uhm, I can't really tell exactly what their heights are because they are kids, but they should be 3 feet tall. Yes, 3 feet." I nodded in affirmation. "Okay, what about the lady?" Inspector Williams asked, staring directly into my eyes with observation. "Uhm, Anney should be 5 feet tall. She's a plus size," I replied. "Alright," he said, turning to Alex, the detective who was jotting down the whole interrogation.

I can see that she really wants to ask me to explain but doesn't want to make me uncomfortable so I tell her everything that happened at the Martinez mansion, what little there is to tell, at least. Quietly, Hailey gathers me into her hands and tucks my head beneath her chin. As tears well up in my eyes, I find myself thinking that something like this would never happen to Hailey. She is 5ft 10 inches tall, with rich creamy skin, and her natural blond hair has gold streaks in it. She is slim and curvy and has the face of a supermodel. Hailey is the sort of woman that makes heads turn and she certainly is not the sort of woman that anyone would call an underdressed, ugly swan.

"Damn, it couldn't have changed that much in six fucking months." We cut through the tables and make our way toward the dance floor. Maybe there was someone interesting along the way. Maddy spots Anthony across the dance floor leaning on the stage and starts to walk toward him. Ant sees her and starts to smile his stupid ass cheesy smile. Maddy was one of those chicks who was the center of attention when she walked into a room. She had long black hair with dark brown eyes that would cut through your soul. She was super pale, but it worked for her. I'm sure being stacked with DD tits and an ass you could bounce a quarter off of helped a lot too. She was that friend that every girl needs. Drop

Others didn’t pay attention to their bantering, as this was a common occurrence for them. Although Madeline looked fragile with her small frame of 5 feet 5 inches and a doll-like, innocent, and cute face, she was fierce and cruel when it came to duels. She could easily bring down a full-grown wolf of almost five times more than her size and weight.

I sigh gently and roll my eyes at her, following after the young blonde man without another word, into the obscenely big and luxurious building, our heels muffled by the soft carpet. Madelaine Malvak. Maddy for friend and Miss. M. for those who worked for me and with me. A twenty one years old young gold medalist. A ballet dancer, that is. Sounds like a lot, doesn’t it? Sounds a bit too pretentious, but it is a childhood dream come true.