Nardo Wick Height Novels & Stories

Nadia hadn't expected to spot a celebrity here, especially one she admired. "Quinny, we hit the jackpot! It's really him!" Nadia exclaimed. Quinn glanced over, unsure whom she was talking about. "Who?" "The DJ! Isn't he hot? He's six feet tall. He sings love songs and has an amazing voice!" Nadia gushed. Quinn nodded. "He looks quite good." Xavier, who was sitting nearby, couldn't help but feel irritated. The DJ wasn't anything special; just another pretty face trying to act cool.

Standing before Nadia was a 5’5” tall woman, who looked to be about 18 years old. The 18-year-old wore a washed-out school uniform and loafers. She had a gorgeous face, but her complexion was pale from malnutrition. Her eyes were clear and innocent. She looked like a Bambi who needed protection. The woman recoiled in the face of intimidating looks from Nadia and her group. She clutched her blouse nervously with her left hand while her right arm crossed over her left in a protective stance.

"Let's go, sir!" Nadine said, standing right in front of Brian's desk. Brian turned from his large chair and walked over to Nadine, adjusting his jacket as he gazed at her with an unreadable expression. For Brian's stature, Nadine was quite petite, with a height of only 155 cm compared to Brian's 185 cm, which meant she only reached his chest. Brian had to lower his head to look at the beautiful girl.

You are inches away from falling " Nadal said while holding my wrists. Nadal is like a hulk with big muscular muscles, beautiful dark brown eyes, with a figure of 6 feet 3 inches. I blushed at his comment and just nodded. Along with Nadal, there come 3 men wearing their morning track pants and jogging shirts. Nadal introduced them to me. " Antony, Apollo, and lucas " I extended my hand to them to give a hand shake. They gave with a small smile plastered on their lips. The good thing is all these men are looking very handsome, like each one is the competition of one another.

Nicolas looks at me sideways, his tone suggestive, making me blush, "Well, the restaurant isn't far from here, if you're willing to join me for lunch." "Sure," I reply immediately, "I don't think I'm dressed appropriately for a business lunch, but lead the way, captain." "You're always adequate, snowflake," he flashes his dazzling smile, as I align myself to match his strides. He's easily much faster than me due to his height, 1.93 meters since the last time we saw each other, but today he seems much taller. How is that possible? I don't know.

Just the speechwriter who made him sound like the hero he was. A knock echoed from the door, pulling her from her reverie. 'Come in,' she called, saving the document without looking up. The door swung open with more force than necessary, and heavy footsteps thudded across the carpet. Nia glanced up, her irritation flaring as Vardo Harlan strode in like he owned the damn building—which, in a way, his billions in weapons contracts probably funded half of it. He was a mountain of a man, over six feet seven, with shoulders that strained against his white shirt, sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms corded with muscle from years of handling everything from boardrooms to backroom deals. His dark ha

The man was obviously not George because of his height. Sigrid was almost 1.7 meters tall. The man was only less than ten centimeters taller than the woman next to him. This meant that his height was between 1.75 and 1.8 meters. George's height was close to 1.9 meters tall. The content of the following post was all speculations mentioning how George had been cheated on.

he said through gritt teeth, glaring down at me as he's way taller than me. He's 6ft3 I guess, compared to my 5ft2, I'm a shorty. Nora just laughed and waved him off with one hand, as if what he just reported is not a big deal. "Just shut it Andre" Nora said. The man, whom I know just now as Andre, opened his mouth to argue, but Nora sent him a harsh glare, that shut whatever he wanted to say. Andre scoffed sent a glare four times harsher than his mother's to me. I couldn't withstand it so I averted my gaze from him.

"You know... I'm not gay, but you do look good naked. I wish I were as tall as you." I sit up and grab my boxers. "Is this conversation going to lead to another one of your pity parties? Are you going to cry about not having found your mate yet and blame it on your height?" He munches on more popcorn. "Yes." I peer up at the guy—my gamma is stupidly handsome. Any woman would be lucky to have him, but he does have a complex about his height. Most werewolves are over six feet tall, and Ryan is five-foot-eight.

Roy said, winking his eye as he came toward her and shook her hand. Gina was glad she could get Doxxan's VP of Finance to the table on short notice. And not only that, he was also a sight—an athletic, rather vain, good-looking man in his mid-thirties. At 6'1, he was four inches taller than Gina.