Rosamund Pike Height Novels & Stories

It was Sunday, allowing Rosette ample time to prepare for the date. She had let her long blonde hair out of its usual ponytail, styling it in cute curls. Rosette emphasized her green eyes and applied what could pass for lipstick. Standing at 5'8, she was not unattractive with a size C chest and a generous rear end. Having spent considerable time running the hospital stairs during her training, she had grown proud of her legs and wanted to flaunt them. Choosing the only skirt she owned, a snug black piece with a thigh-high slit, Rosette paired it with a tasteful red sleeveless top and a thin black sweater for warmth.

Although his hand was manly and strong and by far bigger than hers, it had a warm and comfortable feeling to it. “What would you like to have for breakfast?” Roy asked. “Anything.” she quietly replied, but instantly regretted as Roy’s hand left hers, leaving her feeling cold and alone once again. “You might need to take a seat.” he suggested, gesturing for her to sit on one of the stools which she reluctantly did. Kimberly watched as Roy made coffee, carefully taking in his features. He was really tall, unmistakably 6ft 3inches in height and well built with broad shoulders. She watched as his biceps flexed while he made breakfast, giving him a sexy look.

Marcus made a sweeping motion with his hands to indicate his invitation for her to join him. Once she was standing next to his six-foot-two-inch muscular physique, her petite five-feet-one-inches was even more apparent. This was also something that wasn’t often found amongst werewolves. They were strong, powerful beings. The women averaged a height of five-feet-four inches to five-feet-seven inches and the men generally ranged between five-feet-nine inches and six-feet with a few, like Marcus, even taller. Laughter broke the silence when a jeer came from somewhere in the crowd that if she truly was one of them, she had to have been the runt of the litter.

"It was a reasonable reaction, Rose, I was just surprised." "Y-you looked... judgy. And offended..." He shook his head. "If you didn't stop me from lifting your skirt, I would be worried." Armani took off my murderous heels, instantly freeing my feet, and slipped on a pair of white socks before my most comfortable sneakers. I placed my foot on his knee, letting him tie both laces, then brushed my skirt back down. When I stood, I was instantly three inches shorter than I had been before. Armani looked to be caught off guard by my real height - he'd towered over me even with the heels on.