Rosamund Pike Height Novels & Stories

The human equivalent of a fortress. Rosamund Adler is five foot two, silver-haired, and wearing a dark green cardigan over a collared shirt with the sleeves rolled to the elbow. She has deep lines around her eyes from decades of looking at things directly and her posture is the kind that comes from absolute comfort in her own authority rather than performance of it. She looks at me the way Dominic looked at me in the clinic on the first day. Total. Assessing. But where his felt like threat assessment, hers feels like something else.

It's noted that she has no family. Rosie is also 24, anaturalblonde,with blue eyes. She's worked for Club Rhodes for just under two years. She was previously sold only to be sent back. She agreed to this job with a substantial payout of over £200,000.

Tate says, staring at my bruised shoulders, which bear Pierce's hand imprint. I wince at the reddish sight and curse my pale, sensitive skin. "Don't speak nonsense, he's completely nuts," I say, anger flushing through me as I recall how he'd humiliated me. Sure, I wasn't Mr. Muscular, but I certainly am no twink! I'm not that tall and stand currently at 5'7 at Eighteen years old; Pierce already stands over 6'2. I also don't have muscles compared to him when it comes to bodily hairs too...

I walk out to her and ask, “Are you alright, Genevieve? You normally aren’t in a hurry to speak to me. In fact, normally you seem to enjoy your time with my wolf more than you do me.” She smiles and walks over to me as she wraps her arms around me and snuggles into my chest. I run my fingers through her hair as I attempt to make her feel better. I can tell something is bothering her, I just don’t know what it is. I love the feel of her in my arms though. I’m right at 6 feet tall meanwhile she is at least a foot smaller than me if not smaller than that. It’s normal though, fairies can shift their height, but they can only get so tall.

~¶~¶~¶~¶~ 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.

That fear was always in the back of my mind though, and I almost wonder if it had something to do with my current situation. Let me tell you a little about myself. My name is Rosé, but most of my friends call me Rose. I am 5'2" tall, I weighed a little over 125 pounds and I have dark brown, almost black hair. I would say my most alluring attributes are my breasts and my outgoing personality. Needless to say, my breasts have gotten me into some interesting situations.

As I hobbled down the street, I saw my best friend, Victoria Ramsey, leaving the general store. Victoria is only 5ft 5 inches tall, but what she lacks in stature she more than makes up for in personality, bubbly and unapologetically loud. A thick black fringe sits above her brown eyes, and long straight black hair falls like a sheet of silk. Petite but muscular, Vicki is a fierce opponent in fight training and should never be underestimated. “Vick, Wait”, I yelled, trying to get her attention. She turned abruptly to see who was making all the commotion.

Roseline Palmer: Roseline Palmer is a determined and ambitious young woman with expressive hazel eyes. Her long and graceful Chestnut hair, adding to her approachable charm. Standing at an average height of 5"8, she exudes confidence and resilience. She normally dresses like a smart secretary during work and casual baggy clothing in her private hours. She loves fruits and dislikes excessive wastage of good food, she's the submissive type and extremely daring when angered. Roseline's POV

Shivering, I don’t speak as the others continue to stare me down like I’m some sort of freak. “She looks weak." The woman finally sighs, getting up and making her way toward us. The urge to cower begins to build the closer she gets due to her height alone. She was well over six feet tall, with a broad build and piercing golden eyes that seemed to see right through me. “What are you capable of contributing, Pipsqueak?" She continues, poking my shoulder so that pain radiates through my arm. “You’re skin and bone.” “Ronda,” Winley sighs. “Don’t pick on the new kid.”