Really Short Person Novels & Stories

He towered over her,why did she have to be so short,why couldn't she have been tall too. Bruno looked at the tiny woman before him,he cannot believe she has him running around like this,who makes him work this hard only to get her attention.She's short,compared to when she'd been wearing heels,she looked like a small child and not the passionate woman he'd kissed,who'd come alive in his arms,who'd been so responsive,his gaze ran down her length.

I groaned, picking up my pace so I could walk further ahead of him. “My sister is pretty short too. 5’ 4”? That’s short.” I dropped my bag of dirt in a huff, then turned around to make another trip. “That’s average. Just because we’re not giants like you-” “I’m a giant now? A giant butt flap?” he chuckles to himself. Does he have, like, a word limit he has to reach each day? Does he get off to making innocent clients furious with him all day long? “Are my pipes fixed yet?”

"Ma'am, I implore you to show me mercy. I swear on my life that I shall never repeat my mistake again." Undoubtedly, her ash-gray locks complement her appearance, lending an air of resilience to her demeanor despite her petite stature. At a mere height of 5 feet and 2 inches, she stood before him. Her skin was as pale as freshly fallen snow, but the slightest touch of sunlight would transform it into a rosy hue. Despite the relentless blaze of the sun, her skin remained immaculately tended to.

"I finally got to catch this segment myself! I've actually replayed the previous episode a few times. Every word was beautifully said. Madam, you're amazing!" "I'm new here. Is she really that good? I'm gonna go check it out." "I'm guessing this guy isn't actually a good guy. A woman's intuition is usually accurate." Giselle said, "The part where it says 'Slightly below average height' just means he can't reach 5'7" even with shoes on. 'Slightly on the chubbier side' means he's chubby. There's an 80% chance that he's a shorty."

“We’re the sponsor for this competition and I’ll personally be awarding the trophy out to the champion of this competition after the final match.” Charlie nodded before he smiled and said to Aurora who was standing next to him, “Aurora, did you see this shorty here? He’ll be giving you the trophy when you become the champion of this competition.” “Short...shorty?!” Jiro felt extremely depressed when he heard this! He was considered a short man in Japan. So, why must Charlie call him a shorty? Moreover, it seemed as though Charlie really looked down on him too much when he spoke. At any rate, he was also a living person who was more than 1.6 meters tall. Charlie even asked Aurora if she had s

And I never understood why. Alright, a little about myself. For starters, my name is Gracie and I'm nineteen years old. I've always been extremely short, being one of--if not the--shortest girls in my class all throughout high school. My body oddly continued growing right up until my senior year, when I finally achieved the monumental victory of reaching five feet. Well, just shy of it, but who's counting? I was proud of that accomplishment.

Her cute face was framed by her short, bouncy brown hair. She had big dark eyes. And her body was small and curvy with a little extra in all the right places. He loved short women, and Carrie was about 5'2. He knew it might be funny for him to seek them out, him being 6'4 tall, but he loved fucking a little woman.

Zhul realized he was no longer alone in the class and looked up to see the midget. He removed his earphones and flashed a smile at her. "Morning Midget" He said. Angel automatically stomped on his foot. "Dammit, would you stop that" Zhul said as he grabbed his foot in pain. "Stop calling me a midget, I understand I am not six feet tall but that doesn't mean I am short." "I am pretty sure you are legally short enough to be a midget" Zhul snickered. "Whatever strawberry" Angel said. Zhul crossed her arms and walked away.

I turned around immediately in disbelief, I couldn't believe the asshole was measuring me. "I'm not short, you're too tall," I say with a wry smile, staring at the unfortunate man. I want to tell him to fuck off, if we were alone I would, but out of respect for Mr. Anton, I hold back. I'm 1.62 tall, and in my opinion, I'm not short at all. "Of course, you're short, you're almost a pygmy." The bastard says debauchery. "Oliver!" Mr. Anton says in a warning tone, but he's holding back his laughter.

As I entered the empty ladies' room, I realized there was no rush for me to return to the table where my fruends are seated. Taking advantage of the moment, I decided to touch up my makeup. Glancing at my reflection in the mirror, I saw my round face looking back at me. Throughout my life, people had always described me as "cute" because of my full cheeks, Barbie-like eyes, small nose, and pouty lips, all complementing my petite 5ft 4inches frame.