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.

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.

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.

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.

I mean, of course, they were, it was my birthday. Nikolai stopped right before me, I looked up into his eyes, even in heels, he was way taller. He once told me that he was 6ft 4, compared to that I was only 5ft 5, so, the four inches heels really didn't help.

I growled back as I slapped some home fries onto a plate of eggs and set it in the pickup window. “You still don’t believe me?” he asked with surprise. “You need to go,” I demanded while I assaulted some whole wheat toast with butter before tossing it on a plate and shoving it on the pickup window next to a plate with the eggs and home fries. I’d forgotten about Nick until he cleared his throat. He looked like he was at a loss of what to do. I couldn’t blame him. Nick was about five feet-six-inches in shoes—and of medium build. Geoffrey was taller than him, and double in size—not to mention all muscle. I just knew if I grabbed his arm, it’d be rock hard.

Ninian was slightly startled and raised his head. She saw him lower his gaze and looked at the hand that he used to carry her. It was the same familiar gaze… he looked annoyed. A moment later, he looked up. His 1.88-meter height was intimidating. He looked at the people on set with a cold gaze and said, “Who changed the script?”

" He looked at me like he was measuring my body cut. Maybe in her head, she imagined what I would look like standing next to a man who was 6’4” tall. Was his nephew a giant? Why is he almost two meters tall? While I was only almost 5’7, there was a 20-centimeter difference that would make me a bit of a dwarf next to him. Compared to Andreas' body, which doesn't even reach 6’, I already look miniature, let alone him. But his offer didn't sound appealing because I was already dating someone.