Height Differences の小説・ストーリー

His Birthday was in four months September 7 and he is turning six years old. He was starting to look so much like me. I couldn't believe how fast he was growing .Just the other day Clara and I took him home . He was a so small and now we both went to go get the same hair cut two days ago.His unrully curls needed a trim and my hair was long enough so we both opted to cut our hair short and leave our curls wild .

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 ...

Hades can only because he cannot refute this fact when it comes through his head. Angelo raises his head to match Zeus eyes, because the two big guys was 1 meter tall and his height was shorter than his peers, he got a hard time looking at his lover and the mate that rejected him because he always raises his head until the thin neck that supported his small head get really uncomfortable when it settled to its right place.

Adi looked at her with amusement in his eyes. “Yep short girl” he said tapping her nose which became red due to anger. “Excuse me mister I’m not short and for your kind information I’m 5.6. Stop calling me short” she said flaring her nose. He smiled looking at his angry tigress. He leaned in to match with her eye level. “You are shorter than me so I will call you short girl” he said referring to their height difference squishing her chubby cheeks. “Ouch!! Adi” she pushed his hands from her cheeks.

Nick turned his head to look at her face to ask. "Thanks!" Kate whispered to Nick's ear. She had to stand on her tiptoes as she grabbed her arms for leverage. Nick is almost two heads taller than Kate. She has the average height for her age based on her mom's genes, but Nick stands tall with his two hundred and six centimeters height while Kate is one hundred and seventy-eight. She is considered tall among other girls at school when she stands along with them, but with her conservative fashion styles, her height isn't well presented, unlike girls who choose to wear short and fit kinds of clothing styles.

“I’ll do it right now.” She inched forward and spread out the towel. She tried drying his hair first but the man was much taller than her, thus she had to stand on her tiptoes. She did not notice that her upper body was almost pushing against his chest. The woman’s pleasant scent filled the air around him. She did not take much notice of that. Instead, she was frustrated because she could not dry the back of his head due to the height difference. Left with no choice, she walked to his back and went on her tiptoes, unintentionally pressing up against his back again.

“Oh, come on. I know you two are dating.” My breath catches for a moment, and my eyes widen in shock. “What?” “Relax,” she says with a knowing smile. “Your secret’s safe with me. You two are adorable, by the way. Even with the height difference.” I groan, my head dropping slightly. “That’s going to be the main thing people talk about when they find out, isn’t it? The height difference?” “Well, yeah.” She shrugs, her grin turning sly. “You’re what—four-ten? Cute as hell. And he’s, what, six-four? Grumpy-looking as hell.”

I retorted and emphasized my casted left arm, and she sheepishly laughed. "Yeah, right! Sorry, my bad. But, girl, you do know we almost have the same height, right? Just a few centimeters gap? Wait, we've been through this issue." She said and looked up at me as I stood up to prove a point. "Are you sure we have the same height right now? What I notice is you are so f*cking far from my sight, darling." I argued while looking down at her as she sat on her power wheelchair and let out a loud scoff and laughed, realizing my point.

Also, the height of the man in the photo seemed to be different from that of the man she met the other day. "What's wrong?" Trevor asked. Stella said, "Trevor, I feel like this person is a lot shorter than the one I met." Trevor laughed. "You can tell his height just from the photo?" "When I saw him at the welfare center that day, he wasn't very tall. He was about the same height as me, if not shorter. But look at this person in the photo; he's a head taller than all the women next to him. "Suppose he's about my height, then the women standing next to him are at most four feet five inches. It's understandable that one of them is four feet five inches tall, but they can't all be almost the sa

I didn't mention any titles, just my first name. They shared the same towering height at over 200 centimetres, broad shoulders, and olive-toned skin that hinted at Mediterranean heritage. Their dark brown hair was styled similarly, yet subtle variations set them apart. Marc stood just a touch taller, the extra centimetre adding an almost imperceptible dominance. His lips were fuller, and a cleft chin added a distinct character to his face. His eyebrows were perfectly symmetrical, giving him an air of composed strength.