Oli Sykes Height Novels & Stories

I found Sylvia coming out of the bathroom that was located across from the breakroom. She was dabbing her brown eyes until she looked up and saw me. Sylvia was five feet and five inches tall with a feminine form. She had greenish blue hair that hung past her waist unless she had it in a ponytail like she did today. “Um, hi Chrys. I mean boss. Miss Blackcrest.” She stammered. “Chrys is fine. Alpha soon if you’re interested.” I told her. She kept looking down at the floor and everywhere else but me.

Chelsea Sarge was a kind-hearted and endearing individual, with a head of curly brown hair and a scruffy beard that barely concealed his youthful appearance. Standing at around six feet tall, he was lean and muscular, with a lanky build that belied his strength. Despite his rugged exterior, Sarge had a nervous charm, often fidgeting and stumbling over his words when Chelsea was near. His gaze would frequently drift towards Chelsea, his eyes locking onto him with an unmistakable intensity, revealing a secret crush that he struggled to keep hidden.

I immediately heard excited voices on the other side. When the door opened, the person standing in front of me was Sydney. She seemed a little startled at first -- no doubt due to the creepy mask I was wearing -- but she quickly broke into a big smile. And she looked gorgeous. To help you visualize, Syd is about 5'8'', with long straight blonde hair that she usually wears pulled back in a simple ponytail. She used to be on the UCLA softball team, an outfielder. She's your stereotypical Southern California girl, straight out of central casting, effortlessly beautiful in a very traditional, all American girl kind of way. On that night, though, she was all done up like she was going to the prom

Sylvester is six-foot-five and is very skinny. His square face is bristly and mostly sunken in. His cheek bones pop out from the rest of his face and his bushy white eyebrows make it hard to see his brown eyes. Needless to say the smoothest and only hairless part of him is the top of his head. His skeletal structure makes you wonder when the last time it was that he had anything to eat. Despite his ghastly appearance, he is one of the sweetest guys you’ll ever meet. Through everything that has happened, these are the people who have been there for me the most. They have also respected my privacy, and let me be alone when I needed to. I haven’t been the same since… that night.

BRYCE I fling the door open and stare at my son. He’s not a large man, but he’s inherited my height. At six feet- three inches, his short girlfriend looks much like a child. His arm possessively holds her to his side like a woman clutches a designer handbag she can’t afford. Something flashy to show the world that he’s somebody.

Adriana was quick to fall in step with him and had to restrain the childish feeling that gripped her insides to turn around and stick out her tongue at the secretary. Skyler's long stride was eating up the distance like a hungry lion wolfing down its prey making it difficult for her to stay at pace with him. She was almost jogging to keep up. She hissed in irritation. Does he not realize he was walking with the vertically challenged, not that she was that short. She was sporting a proud height of 5.6ft which compared to Skyler's 6.1ft must make her come off as a diminutive creature. " Are you really that sore you lost? " she mocked when she was at the breast with him once again.

“Big sis!” Here he was, trying to flirt, and Nylah had dragged him out. Now, they ran into Britney… If the boss found out about this, things would be a mess! Britney was 168 cm tall, with a proportional body, while Nylah was at least 175 cm. Her curvy figure was dressed in a loose casual coat. Even though Britney wore 8 cm heels, she only managed to match Nylah’s height, who wore casual flat shoes.

"That's right, my sweet Kylie. You're so clever. Go quickly and invite Mr. Harris for a drink!" Kylie obediently stood up. This girl had a height of about 1.7 meters, even taller than Richard Harris when she wore high heels. When women are too tall, it doesn't give the feeling of a small bird nestling against them. Sometimes it's better to be a bit shorter. As he thought about it, the adorable figure of Roxana Nelson appeared in his mind. Strangely, he was thinking about Roxana Nelson, a girl only about 1.6 meters tall.

He introduced himself as Somina Whyte, surveyed me from my head to my feet, then chuckled over to himself, before moving over to sit on his bunk. "Over here is Hakeem. The big bad bully. He's got thirteen students hospitalized, and speaks with just his fists. Just try as much as you can, to keep out of his way." Robert gestured at the fourth boy. He was a giant, with beefy paws. He stood 6'5 feet tall, with his meaty arms folded across his broad chest. I gave him the "I don't care who the fuck you are" look. And he chuckled wickedly, falling his hands to his side just to crack his fists.

Maybe just maybe, I can be happy. "Alright, let us move on. Shift for your measurements," I order, and Gunnar places the scale on the ground and grabs the tape measure. I record weights and heights as each competitor takes a turn walking over to the scale. "Hayden, 6'5" 294," Gunnar Few moments pass. "Luke, 6'4" 291," Gunnar Few moments pass. "Jayson, 6'3" 286," Few moments pass "Chris, 6'3" 287,"