Anna Cathcart Height Novels & Stories

Carter. *************************************************

She changed into casual sportswear and wore a pair of sports shoes with hidden heels. She held me and said, “Haha, my sweetheart, we’re the same height now!” I smiled and said, “Do you care so much about your height?” “Yeah, you tall people, how do you understand the pain of our shorty? Just like the daytime doesn’t know dark night!” She wrinkled her nose. “You are 162 centimeters tall, right? And you call yourself shorty. I am 168 just six centimeters taller than you. Is it a real problem?” I said to her as we packed our things.

“I…I’m going to wash up.” “Let’s go together.”Dante carried her into his arms. When he walked into the bathroom,he lowered her on her feet. She stood in front of Dante at looked at the two of them in the mirror.She felt that he was so tall. She was 165cm,not tall or short,but just as tall as his upper arm. Was this man nearly 190cm? She imagined kissing him right now.She would have to wrap her arms around his neck to pull him down to her.

Like his CFO, Zane Alexander packed an extra punch in person. For one thing, he was plain old big—6’4” or 5” with muscle packed onto his muscle and shoulders she was certain could still play quarterback. Staring at him from her height-challenged state easily could have overwhelmed her. Rebecca was fortunate she was ballsier than she looked.

He didn't want to go her wrong impression about him! Chantelle sat down on the bed, still processing what had just happened. It was a strange mix of emotions - embarrassment, gratitude, and relief. But the thing that stood out to her the most was the sense of safety and comfort she felt around Delcan. It was a feeling she hadn't experienced in a long time, and she savored it. She knew that she was on the path to healing, and Delcan was helping her every step of the way.

Although she didn’t have much endowment, in terms of breast size, she still looked good consistently. Martha appeared to be in her mid-to-late thirties. She stood at about five feet, six inches tall. Martha was skinny, but had meat on her bones in all the right places and she had curves and legs to boot. I loved looking her over, like salivating eye candy.

Charlotte walked in fuming. "What took you so fucking long?" Charlotte, another maid in the castle, asked Sometimes, I wonder if life is cruel to only me or even Charlotte. While I am 5'7 feet and quite a plain Jane, she's 5'3 feet and thick, in the right places, with brown hair down to her shoulder blades and a violet iris. She's everything you'd call a beauty, but sadly, she's an omega. But I also wonder why she's so mean to me. I mean, we are both omegas. Putting my thoughts aside, I answered her, "I'm sorry."

So please don't mind my special treatment of myself. "So, friends?" Natasha asked nervously. "Yeah! Friends," I excitedly shook her hand. Natasha is very beautiful and stylish, the type that suits magazines. She has beautiful, thick blonde hair with a natural shine. Her grey eyes are the most prominent feature on her face. She is taller than me by at least 5 inches. But I am not short. No no, I am 5'5", and that is not short. We had all classes together except for computers and music. So far, she is very friendly but has that spunk that can sting badly.

Unlike me, I married into the Kane family by chance, but her marriage with Carter was out of love. 'For Carter to go against the pressure his family puts on him and marry Lena, who has a mediocre background, he must be deeply in love with her.' Carter was around the same height as Keegan. In comparison, Carter's personality was gentler than Keegan's. It was not that Carter was as good-natured as Marshall, but Carter was gentle in the way he talked. As for his appearance, he looked as aggressive and dominant as Keegan. Lena had extremely beautiful features. She looked stern when she was not smiling, more or less due to her profession. She was taller than Stella by a bit above 5.8 feet.

How well trained he has us all. She felt warm and safe as she climbed into my lap and I realized as I held her that she might've grown in years but she was still tiny. I don't think she's grown an inch since she turned five. Short, just like mommy. I'd topped off at five-four, a cross between mommy's five-two and daddy's six-three or whatever. "Don't be mad at daddy Caitie he has a very good reason for making you cry." She wiped my face dry of the tears I hadn't been aware of with her little fingers only making me cry harder.