Hikaru Nakamura Height Novels & Stories

“Boss, these Chinese, they are the ones who beat me up! “They don’t have honor!” Kubomura pointed at Steven Walker and the others while speaking with a bitter expression on his face. Immediately afterward, an Islander man with a feminine face and cold temperament slowly walked forward. His height was close to 1.7 meters, which was considered tall among Islanders. Moreover, he exuded an aura that only the nobles of the Island Nation would have. Meanwhile, he held a sake cup in his hand and carefully stared at Steven while drinking. He then sneered, “Interesting. How dare you hurt my people? You really got the nerve!”

Maybe it's his position, he knows how powerful he is and wielded that power into his persona. He is 6.3' or 6.4' in height. I can see his biceps flexing as he changes mobile to another ear. He is not bulky like rock nor thin like a swimmer. He is just right. I never thought a beard would go well with a suit, but he pulls it off. It's like his small rebellion against being suit perfect.

“She looks so tired all the time though...” Hikaru stared hard at the dark circles and tired lines under Nozomi’s eyes. She did not have the youthful glow of typical girls her age. Her body was smaller than average too. Hina was not big, yet Hina’s clothes hung loosely off Nozomi’s body. It was quite worrisome. “I’ll keep her share for when she wakes up.” Hikaru said as he closed the door behind them.

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.

His face turned cold, his lips tightly pressed together as he got up from the bed, grabbing a towel to wrap around himself. Nina watched his retreating figure, her eyes slightly moist. In her presence, he always concealed himself, as if being seen by her was something repulsive. Last night, when he treated her like Mira, it was completely different. By the time she snapped out of her thoughts, Nash had already finished showering and was standing in front of the full-length mirror. Nina walked over and, as usual, buttoned up his shirt for him. He was tall, standing at 1.88 meters, while she was only 1.68 meters tall. It was still a bit of a stretch for her to tie his tie.

"Nico, Keira and Arizer are here." Scarlet motioned for us to enter the room, as we did Nico rose up from his chair and my head had to follow him as he must have been 6ft 5 at least and he was so broad. He had black hair that reached his lower jaw and his eyes were golden with flecks of darker brown in them. "Welcome Keira and Arizer, I know we have things to discuss and we need to do them as quickly as possible, so why don't you go and wash us and rest for an hour or so and then we will meet up and have a meal together and talk."

Madame Poly has just told us to go see Tauru because he has something for us. However, how many times have these two gentlemen beside me been there due of their weapon trades with Tauru. Tauru is a big man, 6'7 in height, with a long stubble beard that he constantly keeps trimmed, deep dark eyes, and a wrinkled forehead due to his age. He has a round face and his hair is styled in a man-bun hairstyle. He has a hook-nose and small lips. It made me think of Tauru as a hottie when he was younger.

"Mm-hmm." I nodded, avoiding his gaze. Cherry seemed to notice. She stared at me with a curious, almost suspicious expression. I switched to a longer tape and requested, "Please lift your arms and level them, Mr. Kenway." As he complied, I circled behind him and realized he was nearly 6'3'' tall. I was lucky to be 5'8'' myself. Otherwise, I would have needed a stool just to measure him. I finished measuring his upper body quickly, but when it came time to measure his waist and hips, I felt a bit unsure.

Mizuki said as she came out of her office that was located across from mine. Mizuki was five feet and five inches tall with skin the color of brown sugar. She had a feminine muscular form. I made her train since we started living together. I didn’t want to have to worry about her too much whenever I had to go away. She had lavender hair that went past her waist. I looked up into her light brown eyes and stopped in my tracks. From the look on her face she was already done working for the day. It couldn’t be that bad. Could it?

Cold, precise, and ruthlessly successful, he was a man who took exactly what he wanted. He had chosen her the moment he saw her at dinner. Aiko Nakamura, 29, a brilliant art curator from Kyoto. Graceful and poised, with porcelain skin, long silky black hair, and a lithe yet curvaceous body that her simple white yukata barely concealed. Her dark eyes held quiet intelligence and a hidden hunger. Kenji approached her with calm authority. “The onsen is completely private tonight,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “No one will disturb us. Come. I want to see how long you can last before you break.”