Tall Women Novels & Stories

She moved from the stall door to look out, finding herself facing four extremely attractive women. “Jace, where are you?” One of them called out with a giggle. She was blonde and wearing the tallest high-heeled shoes Ella had ever seen. The blonde looked like she had just stepped out of a high-fashion photo shoot, rather than someone walking around the lake shore at night.

"I'll meet her." Lucien's eyes darkened. "What if she hurts you? That would be an act of war. You're already Nightshade's Luna." Both Kathleen and Arnold nodded firmly in agreement. I laughed softly. "Then declare war if they dare." "No need for that." We all froze and looked to see the tall woman—the tallest woman I'd ever seen. She was over six feet tall. Her skin was pale, her scarlet eyes passing over me and then my stomach. "Come with me." Her voice left no room for argument.

Nobody usually sits back here. Three stops later, they got on. I noticed them immediately. Three women, loud and laughing, clearly coming from somewhere with drinks. They looked like they were in their mid-thirties to early forties. One was tall with big curly hair and a tight red dress that showed off her heavy cleavage. Another was shorter, thicker, wearing a black top that barely contained her chest and a short leather skirt. The third had straight blonde hair, sharp makeup, and jeans so tight they looked painted on.

When the four girls get their breakfast and go sitting at a table they attracted so much attention because they're different but still managed to be friends. Especially, Fang Wei Wei, she is so beautiful, with 1.7m tall, brown almond eyes, fair skin, her long dark hair draped over her shoulder and gently rippled like soft silk with every movement. She seems fragile which makes men have that so-called protective instinct. But no one knows that she can beat 5 of them at once. And today, following her mother's instruction she wears a yellow dress that covers her knees but exposes her long fair legs which seem even longer with high heels.

He was now seated beside her while the other three adults took places on the still-empty sofa. The handsome man, who seemed to be around her father's age, embraced the beautiful tall woman who was holding a baby. Meanwhile, the other woman, also carrying a baby but with a taller stature, chose to sit next to the tall woman. The two women of different heights seemed to be around the same age. However, the tall woman, upon Flavia's observation, had a slight resemblance to Abigail and Gladwin. In fact, she looked like Abigail's older sister. The tall woman then smiled at Flavia. "Your father doesn't remember me either?" She asked, a hint of sadness in her voice.

Faye walked away, with her pink hair sliding gently away from my shoulders, so I watched the women, to the same extent as they watched me. Two of them were very tall, in the style of volleyball players and had male traits, despite the long and stuck hair, and the tight clothes. The other two were short, and had delicate features... An almost supernatural beauty. The necklace on my chest sparked, and all four of them followed with their eyes. "Is that a precious jewel? "Asked one of the big ones.

She gives us a sweet smile, looking rather uncomfortable. Lastly, there is another woman here. She is the tallest of all, with legs for days only emphasised more by her wearing the tiny shorts on offer. She has a toned body with lean muscle, her pale blue eyes almost seem clear, and her hair is dual-toned with blonde and brown. Her face is beautiful, with all of her features sharp and pointy, making her look rather fierce. She looks down her nose at the three of us before walking off. I guess someone is taking this seriously.

A tall girl behind me said. "Oh? Why do you say that? Did you see your reflection in the mirror?" I retorted as I took my clothes off and locked the locker before putting my uniform on. I did not like her attitude. I got the vibe of mean girl from her. "Oh, well look at that girls. We got one with a cocky attitude who doesn’t know her place," the tall girl was not just tall, she was built like a linebacker. Looking around me, a lot of the girls around me are built with five times the amount of muscle. I never needed brute strength to complete missions. I was trained how to deal with those who were built bigger than me. It is like the saying goes 'the bigger they are, the harder they fall.' T

It was the woman who called earlier—Faith Delacruz. The other woman looked slightly older, perhaps in her late twenties. She appeared to be at the age between youth and maturity. She had a tall and slender figure, fair skin, and a beautiful face, coupled with a charming physique. She was wearing a short black dress without stockings, displaying her long, fair legs. A mature aura emanated from her like perfume. She looked like she could be a celebrity. Her name was Shirley Bush. The two women sat there condescendingly as if any men who laid eyes on them would feel so inferior and humbled that they would grovel at their feet. Some might even lack the courage to approach them.

her coworker was another person that did their best to make life miserable. “I’m not supposed to be on the clock for another thirty minutes.” She said through gritted teeth. “Excuse me?” Harper crossed her arms and stared down at Zira. There must have been something in the water in this town when these people were growing up. Most of the women were impossibly tall and slim. It was like walking around a campus full of models. The only plus side was Zira could always ask her friends to reach for things on the top shelf for her. Unfortunately, at that moment Harper’s height just served as a means to intimidate. Zira wanted to say something snide and start a fight but she couldn’t afford to brin