Nardo Wick Height Novels & Stories

He rolled his eyes as he halted and took the papers from the man who had been on his butt all the while. "Thanks Mr. Winker. Good job. Now please, find something useful to do with your time this morning." Lucian ordered as he continued to the elevator, he already learnt that the multi purpose hall was at the last floor. Mr. Winker was still following him as briskly as he could, raising his hand up trying to chip in another important information with his strangely tiny legs too. He was so brief for a man, about five feet and an inch. Lucian found it absurd because from the universe he came from, the shortest man was about 5 ft 11. Yeah, the Dulmore's are literally, giants.

It feels like another office building you would be afraid to work in for your own sanity. We load ourselves into the elevator. I take this time to compare everyone's heights. I'm only 5'7, so Leon can't be more than 5'10. I guess that makes sense because he seems younger than the rest of them. Bruno is just a little bit taller than him, yet he looks the oldest. Nathaniel is shorter than Liam , so I assume he is about 6'3. Liam is probably 6'5, which is just intimidating.

Son-in-Law discovers a family secret. Enjoy.. ****** I'm Jack, 35, married to Nancy. We have kids. Just an average guy. About 5'10, not buff but not soft. I hit the gym and keep it all tight. I've got brown hair and brown eyes and, oh yeah, a 7 inch circumcised penis, thick, so I'm told. Nancy is tiny, barely five-foot around a hundred pounds, tiny tits, and a lovely round ass. She doesn't shave or trim, except during the summer.

I let out in a panicked whisper, unable to find my voice as he easily spun me around to face him. I looked up at his tall stature, craning my neck to look into his eyes. I was no short woman, in fact that is what made me so famous: it was my height. I stood at 1.79 metres and towered over most of the people, but compared to Master Abigor, I seemed so short. I reached by his shoulder, in fact, I believe just below the height of his shoulders. It made him all the more threatening.

I saw him try to suppress a grin. “Maybe?” He said. I frowned at him and just leaned my back on Daisy’s car. Zandrey followed and copied what I did. I looked at his face, and I’m basically looking up. “You’re tall,” I stated. “How tall are you?” I’m not usually talkative, but I guess it’s the alcohol speaking. “5’11,” he answered. “That’s okay.” “How about you?” He questioned. “Let me guess, 5’2?”

Did I mention how beautiful he is? Hot Nerd. That's what the other girls at my event planning job call him. Locke is six foot three, naturally muscular. Thick in places it should be illegal. And he clearly has no idea what to do with all of that size and strength. It's untouched and untested. The buttons of his dress shirt struggle to remain closed, black hairs that match the unruly waves on his head peek out over the top. The fly of his slacks is strained. God bless his tailor for hugging those bulky male lines. He's doing the lord's work.

Adrenaline started dripping into my system as numbers rolled through my mind. He was maybe six foot. A quick look down told me he was probably my height without those shit kicker boots. A solid two hundred. Maybe two-ten. Limbs were average length, with the tie going to his legs. I wouldn't call him fit or toned, but he had that solid fat that indicated he was capable of quite a bit. "Chad Hawking," Hitchcock said. I bit back the bile that burned in the base of my throat. Shit. "Why have you been looking for me?" I slowed my breathing, started falling into that cool, calm place in my mind.

"You're finally willing to come out. I thought you were going to be a coward for the rest of your life." The man looked at Christiano and sneered. The man was about 1.9 meters tall and tall. His eyes were full of provocation as he looked at Christiano.

"Vinny!!!" She didn't care about the nurses watching with wide-eyed curiosity, her friend was here in Whispering Creek. Arms open wide she ran straight into them and accepted his warm brotherly hug. Standing at 5'9 and lean frame he can be easily mistaken for a college kid spoiled rotten but all it took was one smile and sparkling brown eyes to recognize the race car driver. Popular in NASCAR he made his name also in MotoCross.

Maybe it's his position, he knows how powerful he is and wielded that power into his persona. He is 6.3' or 6.4' in height. I can see his biceps flexing as he changes mobile to another ear. He is not bulky like rock nor thin like a swimmer. He is just right. I never thought a beard would go well with a suit, but he pulls it off. It's like his small rebellion against being suit perfect.