Ben Shapiro Height Novels & Stories

Shirley watched as the two fawned over each other, seemingly unhappy. “You’re such a drag, Rockefeller. I said we shouldn’t meet in our next lives, yet here you are! Come over, let’s spar!” Alex looked at Shirley. Standing nearly six feet, she had a naturally large bone structure and had rather long legs. This made her a good foot taller than Alex. “Are you sure?” Alex asked. “Of course!” Shirley said with confidence, rubbing her palms and cracking her knuckles.

“I’m glad you are coming with us, mate.” “Happy birthday, bro!” I just remembered that the party was all about him and I need to at least greet him on his day. “My birthday was yesterday but thanks anyway.” Benjamin Arlington was a towering six footer and he seemed like a viable person to play basketball without having much trouble. His hair was a lighter brown and he doesn’t seem like he cared much about combing or even putting some wax to fix his hair. To me, he appeared a little bit uptight but he’s just trying his very best to control it inside that huge body of his.

I hurried after him. It was no secret that Shane was tall, it was one of the things that caught my attention. It was when I tried to keep up with him that I realized just how tall. Or maybe I was short. I always thought of my legs to be long… but maybe it was all in my head. 5 feet and 8.5 inches, but my torso was very small. I saw him look back a few times, chuckling over his shoulder at me. I was getting irritated. It had been three blocks and we were still walking, not to mention, I was barefoot.

Interesting. I stared at the man in utter shock. He was a giant in his late forties or early fifties, maybe around 1.98 meters tall and weighing around 260 pounds. He wasn’t bulky on steroids, but muscly, making his white crisp shirt too tight on his skin. “Damian Rosenheim?” I extended my hand. He shook my hand firmly. “Mr. Mad Shanewood.” He then went to shake hands with the guys behind my parents and me, introducing himself.

He told me. While the rest of the guys chose basketball in high school, Asher chose football. Not that he wasn't tall enough, he was the tallest of the guys, being 6'7½ inches with Bentley following with a 6'6½ inches. He chose not to play basketball because he had a problem with aiming and in basketball, aiming was very important. "It's a shame basketball lost someone of your height." I cooed at him. "Pfft! You think I'm tall, wait until you meet Enzo. That dude is one mean-ass giant." He shook his head. "And with your height, you're a dwarf baby." He didn't even sugar coat that I was short.

“What? Weren’t you very happy when you were scolding and cursing me just now? Why are you stammering now, huh?” Zivon took a step forward, and at almost 1.9 meters tall, he seemed like he was about to devour the petite Xavia. Xavia felt like she could not breathe. This man was really intimidating when he was being cold! He may not have taken action yet, but there was an ominous chill in the air as he questioned her.

All for one and one for all. Jody is about 5 feet 8 inches tall and weighs about 130 pounds with long dark brown hair worn most often in a ponytail. She's a bit of a tomboy but all woman at the same time. A firm body and mostly muscle and nice round breasts and buns of steel. Jody is also a good student but more of an athlete. She plays b-ball for the school girls team and is a star player.

"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.

Like his CFO, Zane Alexander packed an extra punch in person. For one thing, he was plain old big—6’4” or 5” with muscle packed onto his muscle and shoulders she was certain could still play quarterback. Staring at him from her height-challenged state easily could have overwhelmed her. Rebecca was fortunate she was ballsier than she looked.

Unfortunately. "I wouldn't be responsible for what happens if you keep staring at me like that," his voice snapped me out of my trance. My eyes widened at how close his face was to mine. I batted my eyelashes in shock and cleared my throat. I wiggled out of his grip and landed on the ground. I almost sprained my leg upon landing. He is so far from the ground. Just how tall is he? "Seven foot three inches," he said. "Huh?"