Conceited Height Novels & Stories

She dared another glance at the man as the players to her right placed their bets. He was tall. Very tall. And broad. And intimidating. Which was something, considering Shania's Amazonian proportions. She didn't often find men that could dwarf her. She stood just under six feet with a body that gave curvy a new name. A friend had once called her ass a ba-donk-a-donk. Whatever that meant. But it had sounded like a compliment, so Shania had taken it as such. She'd always felt comfortable in her own body.

She was 165 cm tall, but with 8-cm tall heels, she became more than 170 cm tall. Together with Kieran, who was 185 cm tall, they attracted everyone’s attention. Kieran was handsome. Whenever he decided to be serious during official situations, he appeared to be a professional elite instead of the flighty man he was in private. When they were about to deliver Richard his present, Carol hesitated. She looked around because she was worried that she would run into Titus again. But Abatus Black and Melecio Black, Richard’s eldest and second son, were the only ones standing beside Richard.

“I am not going anywhere.” “Gosh, you're more stubborn than a goat. I want to be alone, Marcus. What part of wanting to be alone do you not understand?” I try pushing him out of my apartment, but he doesn't budge. He's built in a way that no one can push him around, both physically and metaphorically. And a physique like his is birthed from his daily visits to the gym. A height of 174cm, he has to make up for his short height by adding on muscles. When I can't move him, I give up.

Liam stopped too, slowly and carefully, like someone approaching an aggressive animal. "Did you just insult my height?" I asked. "I'm simply observing." "You are six feet tall." "Exactly." "That's not normal." "It absolutely is." "No, it isn't." His smile widened, and I hated it. A little. Not entirely. Which was becoming a problem.

Morrigan said, looking down icily at me. From afar, she had not seemed so tall. But from up close, she towered over me like a church building, almost as tall as the Alpha King, who was frigging six feet and two inches tall. In front of both of them, I felt like a complete idiot; a dwarf at my five feet and three inches of height. I forced a smile that looked totally forced, lengthening my back to look straighter.

"No. I'm much taller than you, witch. Dream on." "Ohh, my god. We have the same height. I thought you were over six feet or something. But, now you're near me, I thought wrong. And, what would happen if I wore heels? Which I doubt would happen because I hate being so girly-girl. But, that means, I will surpass you. You would look like a little boy or something beside me."

Corinne absent-mindedly stirred the coffee inside the cup and replied curtly, "A hundred and sixty-eight centimeters." The middle-aged man was delighted to hear her answer. "Hmm... That's more or less the standard of a woman that's fit for me. My height is nearly one point eight meters, so I guess that's what they call the perfect height difference for a couple! You'd have to tiptoe whenever you kiss me in the future, but that's not really an issue. I can still bend down and kiss you!" It was known to girls that when men said that their height was nearly 1.8 meters, their true measurements were only 172 centimeters at most!

Some guys agreed with him, but I didn't. "The cunt of a 45years old lady that I gave heads last night was sweet like vanilla, I even poured toothpaste and dried milk untop." Celestine a very tall and lanky guy said and I averted my eyes to him. He was quite fair, and was 6.7 feet tall. The tallest guy who played basketball with us. "Opunu (Foolish person). How can you suck an old lady's cunt, that thing that is smelly and disgusting."

Angelo, thinking about the old man again, brought a heavy sigh and exhaled it heavily, a little bit depress. His beautiful black phoenix eyes was inexplinaxly dull for a moment when he stared at Peerce face that a confused expression was visibly written into its refined and sharp face, his mood dampened more after seeing this. Inhaling and exhaling once again, he gathered up his courage and straightened up his back. His short frame with nearly 184 cm height or 1.84 m, despite the thin and slender body had a moment of determined arrogance with a little bit of dominance as a quick thought flash through his mind.

She held her breath and braced herself. “Where have you been all night!?” Her father roared so loud the pictures on the walls vibrated. Terra released the breath she was holding and squared her shoulders to him. It was only then she dared open her eyes. Terra’s father was a huge man, standing just shy of seven feet and weighed easily two-hundred of pure muscle, making him the perfect officer. He had on a button-up shirt that was now hanging out of his jeans. The top two buttons were undone and his shirt was wrinkled. In his right hand, he tightly clutched a vodka bottle and his eyes were bloodshot around the dark, dark black of his iris. Heavy red bags sagged under his eyes from the years an