Momo Twice Height Novels & Stories

Mingyu spoke, looking at the children. Celine followed his gaze and stared at the little kids too. Then she mumbled, "Hmmm." "So how are you?" Mingyu brought the question with difficulty. He dug his shoes into the sand below them, kicked it and the swing swayed with creaking sounds of the iron chains. Mingyu was always a giant kid before in Celine's memory. But looking at him playing at the exact place where she imagined his boy image, there was a huge height gap between before vs. now. Well, Mingyu is 165cm tall which makes him a six footer.

Xiao Hui came out of his grandma’s arms and replied naively, “Grandma, Xiao Hui has grown 20cm tall and has gained 2 pounds weight, that’s what father said.” Mother Mo feigned surprise, “Really, My Xiao Hui has grown so much. Hmm, your dad deserves praise this time.” Xiao Hui was eagerly waiting to tell his grandma about his new mommy. Now that he got a chance, he excitedly spoke, “Grandma, do you know Xiao also has a mommy now? She is very beautiful and takes good care of Xiao Hui.” Mother Mo became wary hearing that. Everyone had just good words to say about that girl which made Mother Mo even more vigilant.

"We love you, Mom," Vinny repeats. She bends down to hug them and kiss their heads, then she stands up again and I get up to hug her. My mom stopped growing at five foot three, so I stand four inches above her. "Are you going to get all jealous again?" She asks with an amused smile. I scoff.

Her heart was still thundering, not just from the near-fall, but from this sudden, overwhelming proximity. "I knew it was damaged, but it was the only chair available, Young Master," Moza answered, trying to steady her breathing. Rezon stared at the shattered plastic chair for a moment before shifting his gaze to the unfinished curtain. Without a word, he stepped forward and easily climbed onto the wooden ledge near the window. Moza could only stand there, frozen, watching his efficient movements. Standing well over 180 centimeters, a task that was nearly impossible for her appeared effortless for him.

Lisa said glaring at Dame. "What!! but it was fun!!! he sang. Admit it you enjoyed it he sang poking Lisa who was trying to hold her laughter which wasn't working. "Fine, It was fun." "Besides the cupcakes were for you mum". "Awwwwn, is it now?. "Yes". "Group hug? I love you guys so much" I said to the as tears welled up in my eyes. "Mum don't cry, we love you too". Damien said kissing my forehead. Did I say he was taller than me?. Yep, my son is taller than I am.

An air of … arrogance. The mom wasn’t too tall, easily a couple inches shorter than me. Then again the twins were probably only about six feet even. She was pretty but I would hardly call her gorgeous. She had shoulder length curled brown hair and brown eyes, no make-up and no jewelry. Yet her casual sundress and sandals were very high end, certainly designer.

Nikka asked excitedly. “2cm. I'm 180 cm now. How about you Nikka?” Yui replied. “Oh, that's why you got taller. I'm 173 cm now, just added by merely one cm. How about you Nathan?” Nathan looked at them in pouting. “I'm 163 cm.” he said in low in spirit. Nikka suddenly laughed at him. Then make a fun of him, while circling him. “What a shrimp, a tiny shrimp. Hahaha!”

Their father's eyes. My mother claps once, breaking the trance. We were all staring at each other wordlessly, and it was starting to get slightly awkward. I wish I could walk toward Mary and hold her hand. I'm sure she's in need of it right about now. She looks small beside Luca, who's standing a few inches away from her, and she's far from short. She's five nine. She got it from our dad's side of the family. Dad's six-four. Luca isn't that much taller than her, so my guess is that he's around six feet. I got mom's height. Five-four.

“Why don’t we just order everything we need online and have it delivered right to our doorstep? Besides, We still have plenty of time before my graduation—three months, to be exact.” Mom’s eyes flitted between me and Dad, She appeared momentarily flabbergasted by our combined effort against her. She let out a sigh and reluctantly took a seat at the table, folding her hands in her lap, with features that I had clearly inherited. The same brunette hair, the same piercing blue eyes, the same olive skin. But the height difference between us was hard to ignore. At 5’10, I had clearly taken after my dad, while my mom stood at a petite 5’4.

Her long black hair was always tied up in a low bun, leaving her ivory face untouched by stray strands. At 5'2, she was petite, but had just enough in the right areas that Dad couldn't keep his hands off. Standing next to Dad's six-foot frame, Mom looked like a dwarf. His flawless tan skin looked great in any color, even though he always wore black or blue. His black hair was always neatly combed, and his bright-green eyes sparkled whenever he saw me.