Emily Kaplan Height Novels & Stories

"Oh, thank God. I think I’m back to my real five-foot-four height now." Killian looked up at me, his hand still resting on my bare foot. He didn't stand up. He just looked at me with a look that was far too knowing. "Five-four? Is that what you’re telling people these days, Jade?" I blinked, looking down at him. "Yes? That’s what’s on my ID." Killian let out a soft, dark chuckle. "Your ID is a work of fiction. You are five feet, two inches, and three-quarters of an inch. Barely."

The black jeans hugged her long legs, and her white sneakers padded softly across the floor. The child she cradled, just a little pup of five, was masked like her. Her wide dark eyes sparkled, shifting from side to side, searching every corner of the crowd. Elena’s presence was sharp enough to cut through the air. She stood tall at one seventy-two centimeters. Even in simple black, she carried a power that made strangers turn their heads. Her hand held a phone, the sleeve of her jacket sliding back just enough to reveal her delicate wrist. A red-banded watch gleamed there.

he says and I closed my eyes, Emilio really couldn't shut up for a minute. "It's not a big deal"I say attempting to walk away, only to get pulled back. I turned to look at him and he matched my annoyed gaze, we both stared at each other in annoyance. Elijah was already way taller than me, he was around 6'4 while I was only 5'3, he was very tall compared to my height. We stared at each other for what felt like minutes, no words, just eyes, and if that didn't freak me out, I don't know what did.

So her three cousins live with her. "Hey, Stephen." Emily calls out to her eldest cousin. And on hearing his name, he leaves the girl he's talking to and starts advancing towards us. Stephen is almost six feet tall, dark skinned, has the bad boy personality and all. He's twenty-two years old, and hates school. "Yo, Beth." He greets when he comes to stand in front of me, giving me a perverted smile. "Took you long enough." "I didn't call you here to undress her with your eyes. Lend her your jacket. She's cold."

Keyla was getting more and more engrossed in choosing the many kinds of chocolate, until then she asked for a chocolate that was quite tall. “Mom, I want that chocolate,” said Keyla. “Oh, wait a minute, I’ll get it for you,” Camellia immediately complied with Keyla’s wish to take a Doraemon-shaped chocolate that was placed in a tall window. Because Camellia’s height can be said to be petite because she is only 165 cm, so she had a bit of difficulty picking it up plus there were many visitors jostling to take the same chocolate.

Ella is fidgeting with the hem of her dress, looking back and forth between her sons and the lewd. ‘My Fiance, Sugarcup. Could you not stay away for a minute?’ Juicy…ahem! Quincy immediately smiles as he stands up to receive a hazelnut-head slender vampiress. Emily, for my utmost discomfort, is a drop-dead stunning vampiress who could have walked out of a fashion and skincare magazine cover. Tall, petite, pale, high-bridge nose, big doe eyes, and plump lips—she does not look a day older than twenty-five and a granddaughter figure in the arms of the son of a blood-sucking bitch!

"I hope we didn't keep you waiting for too long, Mr Smith?" He looked up at her face. "A little." He said, and then he stood up. This man had to be at least 6'3 Katherine Cooper thought. She was 5'11, a height that towered high above most women and even some men nowadays, and yet compared to him, she felt petite. "Shall we?"

She hesitated for a moment, looking at my hand as if considering the pros and cons of shaking my hand. “Emma,” she replied, shaking my hand. I supposed the pros outweighed the cons in my favor. Again, I felt it once her hand touched mine. It was unusual, so I stored the information away for another time. “Very nice to meet you, Emma.” It was amusing to watch her trying to balance her oversized stack of books. She could not be more than 5’4, a bit on the short side for a she-wolf. So far, she did not seem like the type to cower to someone bigger than her. Hell, she called me out for staring without an ounce of reservation.

“I am sorry but you are five feet tall, you wear hello kitty and you have a teddy bear collection. Now please try to not talk because we’ve been out for thirty minutes and you’ve spoken more words than I have in my life time.” “Hey! I am 5’3 and a half, and all that stuff is just to throw you off and catch you off guard. Also no, I won’t shut up.” I tell him as he continues laughing at me and not taking me seriously. “Emily, I am warning you, stop talking or else I’ll end up doing something that would make you regret your actions.” He warns me as I stare at his ridiculously attractive face and my mouth closes momentarily. Okay, this man is a little intimidating.

Ethan said, going back to get more pancakes from the kitchen. "Hey! I'm not short, 5'9 isn't short," Emily whined. "Right, you wish chipmunk," Ethan teased, tugging at her cheeks even though they were hollow just like his, he had his hands swapped away with a painful slap. "Don't fucking touch my face, you twimp," Emily growled.