Iska Shorter Novels & Stories

A scrupulous approach. " I do take you seriously!" " You don't!" Another step towards me and I swear our fronts were almost touching. Standing at dangerously closer proximities like this with her usually made me smirk at how short she was by comparison. Even with those four inch heels, she was still a head shorter than me. They really weren't exaggerating when they said short girl were fucking adorable and feisty. She was a living proof of that. Charli is a bit taller than her but still. Both looked like angry chipmunks.

" No! He was holding you too close. Don't ever dance with him again. " " What about that Vishal? " " Vishal !! I don't like him either. Vishal means very big or huge. His mind is about the size of a pea. How can you even think about him? " " But he seems to be so cute. " " Cute?? My foot! He looks like a Joker !! He doesn't even match your personality. " " But he is good-looking. Tall, dark, handsome !! " She said. " Look around you; you may see more people who are tall, dark, and handsome, too. Vishal is just ok !!

She had barely gotten the words out of her mouth before we heard Dan bellowing "God Damn it to HELL! SHIT! DAMN! FUCK!" Now, Dan's a little guy, about 5'4, and pretty quiet most of the time. He'd shaved his head to look a little older, which made him look like a short bald 8th grader. He almost never cursed, but he was certainly making up for it on this trip.

Asha My name is Asha, and I’m a pretty average girl. I have average-length hair, a normal-shaped head, and thank heavens my hairline is still intact despite my love for sleek ponytails. My face is nothing close to stunning beauty that would make people turn around and maybe hit a wall while looking at me. And, no, I am not ugly either. Although I am not short, I’m not too tall either. I’m part of a baseball team, so the regular practice has left me toned in the right places, but I admit I have a bit of a pouch in my lower belly that won’t go away, no matter how much I work out. So, I’m not anyone special, but more of an average girl who can blend into a crowd. I would have said I have an ave

She had barely gotten the words out of her mouth before we heard Dan bellowing "God Damn it to HELL! SHIT! DAMN! FUCK!" Now, Dan's a little guy, about 5'4, and pretty quiet most of the time. He'd shaved his head to look a little older, which made him look like a short bald 8th grader. He almost never cursed, but he was certainly making up for it on this trip.

Skylar Fall of 8th grade “Come back here you little b*tch.” A brunette goes flying by me with Barbie number 2, Jeanie, stomping after her awkwardly in her wedges and skirt so short and tight I wonder how she managed to keep all her bits covered making the smallest of movements, let alone attempted running. She looks livid and I can see the other two Barbies coming up behind her, strutting, since running or normal walking is not possible in the sky high shoes they are wearing.

“Don't you dare to talk to my sister in that tone. You might be a mafia man, But I am not less than you in power. If you and your family try to hurt Rose, I will hurt you severely.” Isaac fully turned to the teenage girl and looked at her tiny body up and down. She merely reached up to his chest level. He squinted his eyes at her warning. “Oh really! Well, I would like to see how you would hurt Isaac Sokolov, Shorty!” He smirked. Mia gaped at him. How dare he call her shorty. She was five feet three inches, quite a cool height of her age and this idiot insulted her.

Ishtiyaq (voice deep, mocking, yet strained): "Admiration? I came for something else, Sheikh Pataudi. But… it seems fate decided to play differently tonight." Aariz (leaning forward, venom in his tone): "You should’ve thought twice before stepping into my den. Men who challenge me usually don’t live to speak again." Ishtiyaq (smirking, though his eyes flicker once more toward Timtim): "Men who underestimate me, Sheikh, don’t live long enough to regret it." Their words slashed through the air like blades, tension thickening between them. The crowd kept their distance, sensing danger yet unable to tear their gaze away.

she saying in irritating tone. He noticed it and speak up "are you okay miss uppss isha" She replied "now I am just isha just isha may be your memory power are drain and you are forgetting me wow nice" she saying in aggression. Here he is no mood bcoz he is allready upset angry same frustration and her behaviour add fuel he stand up and saying in irritating tone "look miss I love someone else I love her more than anyone else so plz don't try to make me angry just say no to this marriage get that"

“No.” “Yeah, maybe it’s for the best.” Ishita turned to glance at Frazier and his companion over her shoulder before turning back to me. “That brunette girl looks feisty.” Her brows furrowed and she gave a double-take at the brunette then stared at me as I drank the bubbly liquid from the tall glass. “And looks a bit like you.”