Milo Manheim Height Novels & Stories

"You have one last chance to protect your honor! Who is ready to challenge Randall D'Apolito's daughter?!" His voice came like thunder across the hall. Even the walls shivered at its force. The wave of muttering spread among the warriors, and it wasn't long before someone raised his hand and stepped to the front. "I will fight her," said a beast-like man, easily towering over me with his 6.5-foot height.

He teased. Aiden rolled his eyes. They were the same height. Well, maybe he was shorter by two centimeters. 1.74 centimeters to be exact-- not that it mattered, he wasn't keeping track or anything....he only knew because he saw Miles’s fitness statistics once in gym class. Anyway, he was grateful for the small snack. "Thanks." He muttered in between his sip, which made Miles’s eyebrows raise slightly. He hadn't been expecting to get a 'thanks' from someone like him.

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.

A very gorgeous, hot and sexy looking fine man with a packed body. His tall 7 feet height matches mine, his strong, well built, muscular rough frame reflecting exact mine form. No lie, if truth be told, he seemed a little bulkier and taller than me by an inch which didn't fit well with me as it hurted my ego a little bit. That's surprising, considering I have always felt that I am the biggest and tallest among all the people I have ever met, seen or passed.

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.

I placed my hand on my chest and stood up straight. He was tall. I was five feet eleven inches tall, and he was taller than me. Wow! He must be at least six two… and he was broad too. He seemed masculine and had well built body. And the way he was leaning against a pole, he looked very relaxed and carefree. “Who are you?” I demanded.