Conceited Height Novels & Stories

"Do not hold such an atrocity against me, darling. I reckon you and I are, as you've said, cute." "Good." She leans her head on me, coming up just short of my shoulder. "I know I am." "I didn't know you had a conceited bone in you, piscín." "Oh, I have lots. I can be very conceited when I want to be. Pompous and haughty too." "I can imagine." My head fogs with images of her stomping about with her nose in the air, assuming the state of a princess like her title prompts. "I like a pompous Luna."

His features were more striking, his presence more commanding than I had anticipated. As Brandon drew nearer, I couldn't help but notice the striking contrast between his presence and mine. Standing at five feet nine, I was accustomed to being the tallest among the Volkov ladies, but Brandon seemed to tower over me at a height that must have been at least six feet five. It was a reassuring thought, knowing that I wouldn't have to worry about wearing heels around him; our heights complemented each other effortlessly.

I muttered looking down at the floor, I never noticed there was a crack on that tile, the patterns look really nice though. "Then what's the main reason?" he asked tilting my head up to look at him. "Well, I don't know. But it's probably something big." I shrugged trying to think of a reason...it's just selfish and wrong for me to ask... maybe? "Well let me ask you this then, do you like it when I'm close to you?" He stepped closer to me, my boobs were pressing his naked torso, him standing this close to me makes me see the height difference. I'm a 142 cm tall and he might around 179 to 189 cm... the guy is really tall. I don't know...all I know is that I'm a midget when I'm standing next to

Milet teased. Charity laughed, shaking her head. Weapons? They were only six-inch stilettos, just enough to add a little height to her petite 4’11” frame. Her height had always been a sore spot for her, but at least the heels helped. “I need to freshen up,” she said, getting up from the table.

A very gorgeous, hot and sexy looking fine man with a packed body. His tall 7 feet height matches mine, his strong, well built, muscular rough frame reflecting exact mine form. No lie, if truth be told, he seemed a little bulkier and taller than me by an inch which didn't fit well with me as it hurted my ego a little bit. That's surprising, considering I have always felt that I am the biggest and tallest among all the people I have ever met, seen or passed.

Tоррlіng over іn thе blасk wedge heels I wаѕ wеаrіng wаѕ nоt аn орtіоn. I соnсеntrаtеd hаrd to mаіntаіn an upright роѕіtіоn. Each hеѕіtаnt ѕtер wаѕ ѕhоrt аnd measured lіkе walking a tіght rоре. Thе ѕhоеѕ I was wеаrіng рuѕhеd mе over the six-foot mаrk, ѕо I felt mоrе gіаnt-lіkе thаn ѕuреrmоdеl—thе phrase Elіjаh had uѕеd thе mоmеnt I аnѕwеrеd thе door.

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.