Tall Women Novels & Stories

So Elle was surprised to see her traveling without an alpha. Instead, she had two beautiful women at her side. All four of them were tall and sleek. Their features were perfectly carved stone. Yet they still managed to appear soft and feminine while harboring an intense fire in their eyes. Their bodies were not the chiseled bulkiness of Elle’s pack or the lean strength that Octavio displayed. Instead, they were athletic, well proportioned, and toned. Their skin was sun crisped and colored from the harsher African climates. All three women were beautiful in the same maidenly way, as they moved simultaneously with great poise and self-respect.

However, to my surprise, it was three very gorgeous and tall women that stepped out of his room. The three women had figures like models. They were tall with attractive faces. One had platinum blonde hair that must have taken her hours in the salon to achieve. While the other had dark hair with stunning blue eyes. The third women had auburn hair with beautiful green eyes. The only thing common about the three women, apart from their beauty and height, was the fact that they were not wearing very much.

"Okay, okay, okay, let's stop all these games. I just came to inform you that some people came around just now to ask after you." "Who?", Mara demanded without looking at him. "A man and a woman. They look like big money. Never knew you were so influential, babe." Mara stopped in her tracks. A man and a woman... Rich... How many of such people did she know? Only one! "Describe them," she said, turning to Mel and focusing all her attention on him. "Well, they are both tall and at the same height, I think." She knew they were both tall, but she had never seen them together to know if they were the same height. "Continue," she urged eagerly.

The call was connected in the next second. The woman panicked and hurriedly rushed forward to grab the phone as she yelled, “Give me the phone! Give it to me! I’ll kill you if you dare to call the police!” Harmonia held the phone high. The woman was about 1.53 meters tall, and even though she was wearing high heels that were about seven to eight centimeters tall, she was still nearly ten centimeters shorter compared to Harmonia, who was 1.7 meters tall. She jumped up and down to try to reach the phone, but she looked like a clown, and it was a comical sight.

I am too short and the women here are all tall, slim and wearing massive heels. “Where is Sandrine?” I whisper at Tara and she shrugs her shoulder as a broad smile appears on her lips and she waves me off. I frown, following her gaze, and I freeze where I am standing. Trent looks at me and then at the three men every woman is staring at.

I sigh as a bit of relief comes to me and I lay on the bank with my face close by the water, should I need to dip again. Movement catches my attention, and I snap up onto my fours and watch the reflection of a group in the water. I roll my eyes up to meet them. Several males, and double the number of females watch me. These wolves are much bigger in stature, and have much more weight than I. Even the females are sleek and healthy with strong bodies and round curves. Something I've lost much of in my journey. I would do well to handle one female alone, there's no chance of me surviving this group.

Their make-up was done tastefully enough to flatter their delicate features, and if they weren’t working at a club right now, Matthias would have easily mistaken them for attractive office girls. One of the women was taller, and she looked to be about five foot six in height; the other one was petite, and she didn’t look like she was taller than five foot two. It was clear to see that they were both charming in different ways—where one had an impassive and sultry edge, and the other was endearing and unassuming. Suddenly, Matthias’ eyes trailed downward, and he cursed, Damn it, why are they barefooted?

There were a couple of older women in bikinis, but theirs were a bit more modest. One of the older women was the most spectacular woman I'd ever laid eyes on. Almost six feet tall, hair the color of a raven's wing that fell to her ass, green eyes and a body to kill for. She had the classic hourglass figure. Becky saw me looking at the woman and she read the look on my face and said: "No you wouldn't." "No I wouldn't what?"

Like, short. The average woman in the pack was around five-foot-nine. Some were taller, and some were shorter by only a margin of a couple of inches. I, on the other hand, was five feet five inches tall. Almost half a foot shorter than all the women. And considering that all the men were taller than the women, that made them all tower over me.

It was unfortunate however, that Zandor wasn't easy to breach; and a group of gods and goddesses were having to learn that the hard way. "Is this the thirtieth time already?" a large man who easily towered over most others with a height beyond 2 meters, frowned. Next to him was another of a similar size, and this man too had a scowl on his face. "Thirty first actually," a woman who was as slender as a bamboo shoot with a face as pale as a sheet of paper smiled blandly and offered a correction. Although she looked like a person who was deathly ill, her face was so beautiful that even the most skilled of artisans would be tripping over themselves to create a masterful attire for her.