Josh Emmett Height Novels & Stories

"Wow, I'm so high up!" "Daddy, you are so strong." Shawn grabbed his ankle. "Joshua, hold on tight." Joshua instantly became the tallest person in the room. He had to bend down to see Gale and Nicole, with even Shawn below him. He felt fantastic. Joshua cheered loudly, "Wow, being up here... I mean, sitting up high is great! Ha-ha-ha! So high! The air up here is so fresh!"

They looked like he had lost something precious and had given up hope. He stepped up into the gazebo and stood in front of me. Even with my shoes, the man towered over me. Where Marcus was a good ten inches taller than I was without my shoes, Desmond was about the same difference in height with my platforms. I hadn’t actually been this close to look him over before. His eyes also roamed over me, I could feel them dissecting everything he was seeing. “My dad said you were a goth but I didn’t believe it.”

She looked up, and to her shock, it was Amelia! Emily immediately hung up the phone, seething with anger as she strode over, shouting, “Amelia, you little bitch, how dare you come here looking for trouble?” “Really?” A deep male voice echoed, and the man looked to be about 6'3" (190 cm) tall. He towered over Emily, who stood at only 5'5" (165 cm), creating an intimidating presence. Emily shivered, her capillaries tightening. She stammered, “Y-you’re that—”

All for one and one for all. Jody is about 5 feet 8 inches tall and weighs about 130 pounds with long dark brown hair worn most often in a ponytail. She's a bit of a tomboy but all woman at the same time. A firm body and mostly muscle and nice round breasts and buns of steel. Jody is also a good student but more of an athlete. She plays b-ball for the school girls team and is a star player.

I said biting my lips, I needed to do something to collect the keys from her unless I would be here all day. I tried reaching for the spare keys again but she raised her hand above my head. Was she mocking me cause of my petite height? "I know you are taller than I am but please can I have the spare keys back." I practically beg her jumping like a grasshopper trying to get the spare keys from her hand. I knew that I was short and she was taller than I am, I was 5'2 and Emily was 5'9. I went through a lot in secondary school because of my height.

Ryan roared as he struggled. Emily was a tall girl around 6'3ft, she had long white hair that she liked to tie in a ponytail to the side. Her body was muscular as she trained her body into a fighting machine. Though her exterior was intimidating, she was a softy on the inside that loved to smile. She was also fierce, especially when it comes to protecting those she cared about.

“I applaud you and your team when you found another missing body. Sincerely, I am proud of you. But the mayor... he wants us to focus on our duty as peacekeepers of Pinephil. Let the big shazam be solved by the Shazam.” Ember furrowed her brows, hand crumpling the folder containing the evidence. Fathima Mae December alias Ember — her mother tends to refer to her by her second name — stands between five feet and eleven inches tall. Ember's short, messy hair is rolled into a small, low bun, allowing the thin strands of her brown hair to blend in with her black hair, making her look like a dark chocolate peanut butter cup. She parted her lips, a light shade of nude lipstick brushed on it. She w

His eyes slightly trembled. Emma was 167 centimeters tall. She had long black hair that had a natural curvature. Her facial features were small and delicate, and her features were exceptionally beautiful. Her pupils were jet black and clear. What attracted Archie the most was her red lip. It was soft and tender like the petals of a rose. If he kissed it, he would even be able to taste its fragrance.

Steve shouted, brimming with bravado. "Heh… I'm here." A voice rang out, and suddenly a violent gust of wind swept toward them. When it subsided, a man appeared in its wake. He was short, barely 167 centimeters, plain-faced, and nowhere near the tall, graceful Jeffrey. His head was round and fleshy, with a cruel and petty look about him, like the kind of street thug from the old days. Jeffrey's expression shifted immediately. "Emmett, you're here!"

he commands. “... I’m 25, Isaac. I’m pretty sure I’ll be 5’8 forever,” Callum snorts. “Unless I’ve just been really overdue for a growth spurt. Or unless I can steal some of Matthijs’ height.” That catches the attention of their Dutch defender. He frowns, his head tilting to the side a bit like a confused dog. A very tall, very broad confused dog that was terrifying to face down on the pitch, but a dog nonetheless.