Noel Fielding Height Novels & Stories

"I think it’s time I had a word with my uncle." He began to move across the grass, a 6'4" shadow cutting through the sunlight. Noah didn't see him coming yet, but he would feel him soon enough.

With piercing brown eyes and black hair and tan skin alongside an impressive lean muscular physique, by societal standards, he was the ideal man. I walk over to him and hand him his cup of coffee, he is 6'4 and practically towers over me at my 5'6 frame. Nayel takes a sip and forthwith a scowl plastered across his face, "It's cold Maria, if I wanted cold coffee I would've asked you to get me cold coffee" he snaps harshly.

Naomi said with a little giggle. Damn, he couldn't be that thick and massive, could he? I thought. After one of my classes that very day, I saw the popular quarterback in question. He was with a group of friends in his team by the corridor, chatting and laughing over something. He was about 6 ft 3 with a blonde-hair, muscular frame and that sort of face that could literally stop your heart because he was strikingly handsome with a face that could stay on your mind for a very long time.

He halted and bowed his head. “Alpha”, he greeted. Damon nodded. At 6’6, Damon was a bit taller than he was. Noir lifted his head and looked at Damon. He looked shaken. Noir knew if he asked, Damon won’t say answer him, he’d get a shake of a head at most.

"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.

Alex finished his soy milk in a gulp. He glanced at the security guards lightly. “Is this your hotel’s service attitude? Could it be that this guy could simply harass the female guests here just because this guy is someone from the Seay family whatsoever, the young heir of this hotel? Then, this hotel of yours can be closed already!” Noelle walked over with her high heels thumping on the ground. This woman was very tall. She was about 5.6 feet tall. After wearing high heels, she was about 5.9 feet tall.

I stiffened and pretended to chuckle. Just laugh it off, Zinnia. I want to tell Parker that he did not get taller, it's just I’m only 5’4 and wore some soles on my shoes to increase two inches but not enough to achieve my brother’s 5’8 height. “What are you, a child?” Noah rolled his eyes. “He will get taller soon, Zen is still 15 years old. Unlike you who is 19 years old, right Zen?” Noah high-fived me. I’m starting to like this guy. I think I could get closer to him in no time.

Noah. I walk toward it, the sharp click of my heels echoing against the pavement. He’s leaning casually against the car, tall and effortlessly composed, looking like he belongs on the cover of Forbes — or a runway. The sound of my heels draws his attention, and when his eyes meet mine, there’s something in them that flickers — brief, unreadable, gone too quickly. He straightens as I approach, and I have to tilt my chin up to meet his gaze. At 6’1 in heels, I rarely have to look up to anyone, and the unfamiliarity of it both irritates and intrigues me.

Grabbing my sunglasses, I burst out of the door and stood on the edge of my small porch, bouncing on my toes as I waited for the truck to come to a halt. "Happy moving day!" Noah's grin was wide as he swung down from the driver's seat. His easy grace and lithe movements always impressed me; he was such a big guy, all solid muscle and incredible strength. He'd told me once that part of his training included ballet and yoga, because the position he played on the football field required agility. I could totally see that.

Practice would still be going, and it wasn’t like they needed me there. When I finally reached the field, they were already halfway through a drill. Players zigzagged across the grass, shouting calls, throwing passes. Laughter mixed with the thud of cleats hitting the ground. And there was Noah. Shirtless. Obviously. His back muscles flexed as he jogged across the field, catching a pass and spinning it before sending it down the line. Hair damp with sweat. Chest gleaming in the sun. He didn’t even try to be subtle about it.