Conceited Height Novels & Stories

He had to tip-toe to even barely get it over my head. Kendrick is not a short man. He is well over 5’11 ft. It is me who is excruciatingly tall – standing high at 6’8 ft. People gawk at me when they walk past me. They must think that I am some sort of bodybuilder with my jacked-up body and tall height. When I correct them, they believe I am just a gym junkie. I don’t even go to the gym! That’s just who I am. I am an imposter. If any of these people knew who I really am, they would know about me. They will run away from me. No one will ever want to come near me, and that’s exactly why I hide my true self.

He nodded at Max in greeting and Max nodded back before leaving to fetch Vee's car in front of the building’s drop-off area. Vee felt weirded out by Conan's gentlemanliness but she liked the idea of holding his muscular arm as they walked to the elevators. She took in his freshly shaven scent and tried to glance at his face in her peripheral vision. Conan was tall, about six-foot-two, and Vee was glad to have worn heels or else she would feel like a damsel in distress clinging to her knight in shining armor in fear of getting mobbed. She rolled her eyes at the thought and again looked at how Conan’s appearance was like.

But my ego remained unbruised. A grin spread across my face. "How about you catch your breath first?" "Are you afraid of losing?" he retorted, smiling triumphantly as if he had outsmarted me. "No," I replied. "I'm afraid that I'm a bad influence. Overconfidence doesn't suit you." I added, "And let's not forget, I'm still taller. Right now and every day." "By just one inch," he muttered, attempting to raise himself higher to prove a point. However, I pushed his chest, causing him to fall back into the water.

"You want him for yourself. Do you think that you can do anything just because you are pretty? Annette, if I am not worthy of Alpha Connor, and so do you." "I am indeed unworthy of him, so I have never had such a bold idea. I am different from a whimsical woman like you. I know myself. In terms of wealth and power, Connor is a hundred times stronger than you. In terms of appearance and character, it is the same. If you are satisfied with your face, you wouldn't have gone through so many plastic surgeries. You dislike yourself, yet you actually expect Connor to take a fancy to you. Stop dreaming. Don't call me with a high and mighty attitude again. You are nobody."

Yeah, But way past the legal age", I said.Her eyes trailed down my body. "You are very tall, Height?", she asked."6'7 and you, lemme guess...",I observed her with the eyes of a sculptor. Without the heels, the length of her torso added to the length of her lower half,"...5'9. With the 5inched heels,6'2 ", i said, cocking a brow at her.

As she looked at the floor. “ Why can't you look at me and say that? Cross asked her But she just ignored his question. As she continued looking at the floor. It seems like you are not drunk, let's go. She said changing the question. And I immediately stood up from the floor. Their height difference wasn't that bad. Prince Cross was approximately 6 '4 or 6' 5 while Illebaye approximately 5 '8 or 5' 9. Can we talk about what just happened? Prince Cross asked

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

Alexandra's townhouse sat on Sarken Street in the heart of the city, lined with tall plane trees with leaves that rustled in the breeze. They scattered flecks of warm afternoon sunlight across Connor's face. Connor stood tall at six feet and two inches and had broad shoulders and a trim waist. After three years of being Russell Group's CEO and giving orders left and right, he carried an air of refined arrogance. It was the weekend, so he wore a thin, dark-gray sweater and casual trousers. At a glance, he looked every inch the tall, elegant scion. His face was strikingly handsome, the type that made people catch their breath.

I am not a theologian. With a look made of all sweet accord Aka looked sternly at me as if he could heal me of my bereft. He was some inches taller than me he was six feet and fifty one inches tall, slim figure as if he was nit feeding well and curves which exposed his masculine structure. Morrison and Olivera were quite taller with some measures of thirty two centimeters and fifteen centimeters respectively above the six feet structure, my first son.

He asked curiously jogging to keep up. the two were a mismatched pair, Koin was tall, almost 6'5 and bulky with dark hair and colorful eyes, and while he had a sense of humor, it seemed he naturally leaned towards anger. Connor on the other hand was only 5'7 and his muscles didn't seem to exist until he used them. Connor also talked a lot, much of the time before his brain could run the words through the filter of "Is this appropriate or kind?" None the less, after spending literally every moment together since they were 2 weeks old, Connor had become like a brother to Koin.