Conceited Height Novels & Stories

Just like the men and women that filled this hall, this huge imposing figure also held a huge cup, with the mead spilling over occasionally. The loud declaration came from this man. He was a large man, his imposing figure towering over most as he stood at a height of six feet and eight inches. Though he wore a loose attire, his robust image was not hidden. His arms which, were thrice the size of a regular man's, were a sight to behold and his broad chest could not be hidden by his clothes. Under regular circumstances, a man of his stature would inspire admiration and awe in anyone who saw him but not today. Today he had a stupid grin on his handsome face, his brown eyes clouded and hazy due

Simply because he had the habit of looking down on them. After he had finished laughing, he asked me, "What kind of stupidity are you in?" I blinked twice, looked at him in shock, and then asked, "Are you serious?" "The height of foolishness? Do you notice anything else? [Do you see anything else?]" He then responded in an arrogant manner, "The hero is on a higher level than all of them and also has more strength than all of them combined. It is something that occurs very naturally." I confronted him with the question, "You mean class distinction?"

Maybe embarrassed or angry. “Don't just sneak up on people.” I instructed and he nodded,chuckling. So it wasn't anger… “Yes ma'am. Where did you learn that from? I feel so embarrassed with how much I work out, a lady not even half as tall as I am can just bring me to the floor like a kid.” He confessed and I laughed, as he shook his head in disappointment at himself. So it was embarrassing and yes, I stood at around 5 '4 or 5' 5 compared to him who looked 6 '2.

How r on earth could he see her as confident, now of all times? Perhaps he didn't need reminding. Tt's always there, whatever happens to you,' he said as if he too were thinking of the trials of the last few days. 'Right inside, without needing to think about it, you respect yourself even when you've made mistakes . . .' 'Do I really come across as so conceited?' 'No,' he said simply. 'Confident people never have to be conceited.' 'I... I see.' And at last, she did. 'Like a big man not having to throw his weight about.'

The dress fell just below my knees—refined and bold all at once. Despite my height of approximately 180 centimetres, I'd chosen to wear stiletto heels. I was adding another ten centimetres or so that I didn't exactly need but never shied away from. Each step in them made a purposeful click, an unspoken reminder of who I was and the impression I intended to make. This outfit was my armour for the night, striking that perfect blend of sophistication and strength—an unmistakable reflection of me.

What wishful thinking she had! Richards eyes were icy cold. As long as Anne gave the words, he would immediately destroy them! All because this was an insult! Anne was so nice to him. How could he stand her being insulted! “You will know whether I am worthy or not,” Anne replied and walked over. She stood at 1.80 meters, around 1.10 meters tall with her high heels. In front of the muscular men, she still looked puny.

My whole body screamed to run, the hairs on my body prickled, but I stood glued to my spot like a mannequin. He stood, towering high above me . I couldn't tear my gaze away from his hard features. The line of his jaw seemed sharper up closed . His hawk like nose flared with each successive breaths he took. His lips set in a grim line. I shrunk further into myself, my knees shook with tension. He never failed to use his height to his advantage against me. Making him look so Intimidating and untouchable. Like a predator who could easily crush to death me with his boot.

But the room is cheap, so I scraped by with everything to make the room inhabitable. Before inviting them to sit, I pushed any comic books and magazines that were scattered on the floor onto the side and gave the two of them a zabuton, a small pillow used as a sitting place. Surprisingly, the two of them also knew how to sit properly on a zabuton, which again raised my sense of respect for them. Though, I had to work a bit harder just to host two massive people which I guessed their height at about 6.4 foot to 7.1 foot. If these two people were to step on the 5.1 foot me, I think I’d probably die.

Why this one especially? ‘Connie, my love, twenty-two plus twenty-two makes forty-four.’ ‘Obviously! We’ve established that.’ She turned me round and looked at my upper pen mark. ‘If forty-four inches was up to your butt, you would have to be about ninety-five inches tall. That’s nearly eight feet, or,’ she paused to calculate, ‘that would make you over two metres forty. Your lover – what’s he called?’ ‘Tannhäuser.’ ‘What?’ ‘You heard.’

Dashing up to my room, I open them with trembling anticipation. There is a pair of shoes, black satin with impossibly high heels; they are beautiful but not intended for actually walking in. Richard is tall, but standing whilst wearing them, I might be taller. Or perhaps not, as he is well over six feet tall. And, I reflect, we are all the same height lying down ...