Momo Hirai Height Novels & Stories

He hissed at the newcomer. Oh so she was Hanabi, I looked at the newcomer who was a woman in her mid-20s with the height of what seemed to be 5'8" who had long wavy hair that reaches her hip with grey eyes and milky skin, she wore a shoulder blouse, black pencil skirt, and black stilettos. The woman who was known as Hanabi grinned at Zero; the latter rolled his eyes at her. "What do you want? Don't you see I'm quite busy at the moment?"

Yagyuu Yukime drank up the water in the cup again but thought it was not enough. She just kicked off the high heels on her feet and went to the water fountain barefoot to collect the water herself. Compared to other women, Yagyuu Yukime was taller. Thus, even though she was barefoot, she was over 1.70 meters tall. What's more, her figure was extremely hot. Her sexy figure was displayed when she lowered her head to take water.

"Is Claire here?" Another woman approached, she was a lot shorter and thicker but also a lot lighter than Amamiya-san, her honey toasted skin and grey eyes screamed Claire's mom. Her hair was arranged into mature puffs, that front of her hair had been neatly jelled back and she wore big hoop earrings. She smiled at us in greeting but then her smile dropped, she whipped her head in the direction of Amamiya-san and screamed. "Uh-uh, NO! I know you did not just-"

She is clearly out of Sumire's league. "Then, I have to go." Mort said. Sumire motioned him with her index finger to come closer, and the man immediately complied. He leaned towards her. It was only when he leaned over that she realized how tall he was. He had to have been six-foot-seven. His frame built bigger than her father and any man she had seen. When Mort leaned against her, slightly brought his ear near her, Sumire daringly kissed the side of his lips. It was sweet and gentle.

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.

Hiro greeted them and introduced me. “So this is your lovely wife… How do you do, Mrs. Tsuchida. My name is George Moore, and this is my wife Minako,” Mr. Moore greeted me gentlemanly. “How do you do,” I smiled and bowed to him and his wife. They both looked adorable. Mr. Moore was a strong built man around fifty years old. Half of the hair on his head were already grey, but he still looked handsome. His wife was tiny, and short, she most likely was around fifty years old as well, but she still looked young and beautiful.

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

The fact that his arrogance is super annoying and discouraging at the same time makes it hard for me to say and do things that would mean to please him. “Sam, right?” a voice asked bringing me back to reality. I turned to meet the hazel brown eyes of the receptionist looking at me with a file resting on her arm. She is by her looks very friendly. Mira is about four and a half feet tall in height. She’s probably a few years older than I am. Unlike me, I won’t say she’s really curvy, more of petite. She had her brown hair down in curls. The blue blouse she wore over a black skirt gave her a professional look. Perhaps, she doesn’t dress to impress.

My mom and I have been happily arguing about what should we buy, a pack of Oreos or a pack of chips when a woman approaches us. “Uhh, hi?” My mom and I stop for a moment and look at her. She is around her early thirties, brown hair, around 5’2 in height, wearing a maroon dress and a black scarf around her neck. Unconsciously, I slowly slide behind my mom. “Yes? How can we help you?” My mom replies to the lady nicely.

No one had control over her own thoughts, they were hers, and she could think whatever she damned well pleased with them. Moira was a woman of average height, just like Luna herself. The two women stood at exactly the same height, and always have. But in the past years, Luna had always somehow felt Moira was taller than her. Probably because of the power Moira had wielded, and always exercised, over her. But now, Luna could see that they were at the same height. Nothing more, nothing less.