Roast For Tall People Novels & Stories

*Edited Breanna's POV She noticed a jar of chocolate chip cookies on the top cabinet and reached to grab it, but the house was clearly made for tall people, because even on her tippy toes, she still didn't reach. "You're so small." He side stepped her and grabbed the jar, she let out a sharp breath at his bluntness. "I'm a whooping 5'7." She stood tall, but he didn't seem impressed. "I'm 6'6." He said with a clear face. Breanna's mouth dropped to the floor. She saw his lip twitched trying to hide his smile.

Ambrose furrowed his brow and said. Larissa was feeling frustrated and said, "Mister, do you think I'm short? I'm already about five feet six inches tall!" Her height is truly remarkable among girls her age, even if it doesn't quite measure up to Ambrose's six feet 2 inches, which often goes unnoticed due to his wheelchair. Ambrose's voice carried a soothing tone as he explained, "I am not saying you're short, but you're still growing. If you don't get a proper eight hours of sleep daily, it could have adverse effects on your physical growth and even your appearance."

Whenever he saw Victor, his entire body would be in discomfort. It was as if they were born to have their personalities clash. “Yes, yes, I know that you’re very good with your terms.” James was expressionless as he dragged Adrian back home. “Give me the steak. Don’t waste it. Jasper is very wasteful. Even the frozen steak he bought are of the best quality…” Before he finished speaking. James lifted the plate of steak. “I’ll eat this, and you’ll eat that!” For the first time, Adrian began wondering whether he was truly tall. He was 183cm tall, and even when he was in class, he was only shorter than Jasper…

I don't like wasting time. "Oh yeah? Care to tell us who made the call? Better yet why don't you tell them to come here and show us where that car is? I'd like to see it too" I say, straightening to stand up to my full height. At 6'3, I tower over the average man. Hell, I have a few inches on Cris, which means these two assholes look like ants from where I'm standing. Do you know what we do to ants? Squash them with our boots. They're not even worth our time.