Milo Manheim Height Novels & Stories

At sixty-three years old, Victor Moore was a remarkable and illustrious man. At six feet and three inches tall, he was a sight to behold anywhere he went. His well-built, slender figure radiated strength and energy. His well-manicured salt-and-pepper hair gave him an impression of seniority and experience.

He didn‘t like it one single bit. The man was fast on his feet, which was surprising when one considered that he was only 5‘4‖. The man was short, but boy, he sure could run. The man glanced over his shoulder and scowled at Owen. Alright. So the man was also a mean looking fellow.

Interesting. I stared at the man in utter shock. He was a giant in his late forties or early fifties, maybe around 1.98 meters tall and weighing around 260 pounds. He wasn’t bulky on steroids, but muscly, making his white crisp shirt too tight on his skin. “Damian Rosenheim?” I extended my hand. He shook my hand firmly. “Mr. Mad Shanewood.” He then went to shake hands with the guys behind my parents and me, introducing himself.

Today is the day that I would be offered as a pet to one of the most dangerous men on earth. My name is Milo, though it hardly matters. No one calls me that. To them, I am nothing but an abomination. A disgrace. An Omega. I am 5,5 feet tall, barely escaping shortness, unlike my twin sister that was at a staggering 6,0 foot tall. Where I was slender and thin as a result of lack of food. My sister had a fit athletic figure, with all her shape well defined by the rigorous training she puts herself under.

Mila knows Steven so we were safe for the night. Steven was at least six foot four inches, along with having tattoos along his arms. He had an intimidating look if Mila didn’t know him, I’d be really scared but through that intimidating look he was God damn handsome. He takes a sweeping glance at all of us, a smile spreading across his face. “Damn ladies, looking fine tonight.” He murmured.

Liam beamed radiantly as he took the notepad. Penny and Rosa did a little happy dance together, giggling like little fan girls… which they are technically. My brows slowly arched as I studied him. This man was the one in the photos with me? Because I could swear with everything holy that I have never met him in my entire life. Not that it wasn't possible, but there was no way I could have become entangled with an ethereal being. The man cuts an imposing figure, standing tall at 6'3” with his broad shoulders and trim waist accentuated by an expertly fitted suit.

"Of course not. We're all good friends right Moo?" "It's Millie. And the next time you want to call someone a stupid bitch or frigid make sure you check your next medical records for any diseases" I say and walk off. Fuck I hate them. I grab Millie's hand and pull her out of the rink all the while her mouth hangs open in disbelief. "Kai...Kai slow down!" "Sorry. You okay?" I ask her and she smiles up at me. She's about 5 foot 5 maybe 6 and I'm 6 foot 4 so I tower over her quite easily.

It's fucked up. Small footsteps approach me, and I turn around to see Emilie standing behind me with her red hair cocooned in the towel she arrived with while the new one is wrapped around her body. She is so small - probably only 5'0 - that the fabric eats her alive. Does she suffer from dwarfism, too? Or maybe it just feels that way since I'm huge. I'm 6'6—the perfect height for an offensive lineman. And yes, I play football even though my family hates it.

He was like nothing and no one she had ever met. Misha backed further away, and suddenly Reyland was behind him. “What, cousin? Could we run from you if we tried?” Misha droned, his eyes on Marian, his head slightly inclined backward toward Reyland. Marian eyed the two. It was an interesting view. Misha was about six-four. Reyland was six-eight. Misha was as sleek and trim as ever. Reyland was thicker and wider than him. Misha was sultry and sensual down to the last hair on his head. Reyland was steady, peaceful, a calm force.

He opened the door, stared up at the tub of mint chocolate chip sitting smugly on the top shelf, and immediately realized the problem. No stepping stool in sight. He sighed dramatically.“I need help getting something.” Yo Han appeared behind him almost instantly, peering over his shoulder. “Why can’t you get it yourself?” Li Han turned just enough to give him the flattest, most unimpressed glare he could manage. “Because you’re humongously tall.” “Or maybe,” Yo Sun drawled, suddenly appearing on Li Han’s other side, “you’re incredibly short.” “I’m not short.” Li Han lifted his chin. For a beta he was actually tall—173 cm, thank you very much. Most betas hovered between 165 and 170. He’d bare