Conceited Height Novels & Stories

Emily was looking for the file at the uppermost shelves when she nearly tripped. “What the hell! Is he trying to mock me? Why did he make it so big that a person like me couldn’t even reach it! Did he make it according to his own height. That over six feet giant!” Emily shouted in frustration. “Well, yes, it is made according to my height actually, and you are right I’m 6.3 feet tall but not a giant” Brain replied casually from behind. She was so busy in cursing Brian that she didn’t notice someone has entered the room.

His eyes are so dark brown, they might actually be black. “This must be the child of Perses. Is it true you are still paired with The Saint after all these years?” It takes effort for him to stand, but when he does, he is over seven feet tall. He supports himself on his right leg and takes a hobbling step forward. I force myself to keep a straight face when his hand comes out for me to shake. It’s almost double the size of my hand. I swallow hard and put my hand out, forcing myself to stay calm and match his demeanor.

9-meter tall and straight figure, no one would have noticed such an old man. The people coming and going would pay more attention to him because of his height. After careful observation, they found that this old man was extraordinary and had a domineering temperament that made people feel oppressed. He was like a big shot that had been in a high position for a long time. He was dignified even without anger. He could give people pressure just by standing there.

"Oh, ehen so does that also explain why the female staffs seemed to be the only set of beings interested in catering to the needs of Mr VVIP? I asked and immediately regretted doing so. I briefly wondered why I had asked that question and my annoying inner self whispered to me "Girl you are jealous" I brushed the thought of as an absurd one. There was no reason to be jealous, so it couldn't be jealousy. As if reading my thoughts, Enyinnaya cleared his throat and said "Mami, do I smell jealousy? It can't be, right? You certainly don't have any reason to be jealous seeing as we are not in a relationship and you don't have feelings for me or perhaps I am wrong. Why don't you tell me Mami?" He s

As they grew, they heart and minds remained the same for each other, even though they grew into very different people in looks. Where Konstantin was a giant, standing at close to 7ft and filled with muscle. Most of his visible skin was tattooed, including his bald head and down to his fingers. He spoke with a thick Russian accent and sounded exactly how a bear would sound if it learnt how to speak - with a thick, almost inaudible grunt.

The tuxedo suit he was putting on was perfect, like it was tailored specifically for his body and no one else. Above all the description I gave about this 6 '7 height of a man standing in front of me, pinning Cole with a deadly glare that could probably kill him if he didn’t scamper away quickly, the one last thing I shouldn’t be doing was gawking at how handsome he had become over the year.

His steps were as silent as a snake's. What does he want now? He couldn't even speak and yet he's coming after me because I called him a demon? I thought demons were supposed to know they're demons? He kept coming closer without a single word coming out of his mouth. Did I forget to mention he's 193 cm tall? His height made him look like a giant coming toward me, and I'm only 155 cm tall. "Don't come any closer!" I said with a loud shaky voice, shoving my backpack above my head.

I stand up to match him, I'm also tall and I won't have a man look down at me that way . As I stood before him, I felt my confidence soar. My 5'10" frame allowed me to meet his gaze without straining, my eyes locking onto his with a sense of equality. I liked that I didn't have to crane my neck to look up at him. His towering frame seemed to envelop me, casting a shadow over my slender form. But I didn't feel intimidated. Instead, I felt a sense of calm wash over me, as if my height and poise had somehow leveled the playing field.

I stand on my toes to reach up to him but I don't get to reach to him still after standing on my toes. What do you eat that your height is so much? I guess I will be able to reach his face only when I stand on some stupid stool. "Short for me," he tease me one more time. "What's so good in having so much height? You are going to break just the long log. What's to be proud of that?" I say? "Log, you say?" he asks. "Isn't it? You are same as log. Long, tall, slender and has no heart at all," I say.

A searching frown creased their face, as they looked from Conrad to me. "Is everything alright, My Lord?" The burly bearded Octavius asked, bending his neck downward to accommodate his towering height. At six feet and eight inches, he stood tall and gigantic amongst my men and in the entire house. For as long as I'd known him, he had never laughed or smiled. The men and I thought that what he lost for humor, he made up for it in height and might. I cleared my throat, hands on hip. "Is anything out of place, Octavius?"