Ben Shapiro Height Novels & Stories

Aryana Joy Santini's POV He was the tallest of the three, at least 6’ 3” with brown hair and a short, well-trimmed beard… His upper body seemed to be suffocating in that tight, blue shirt. It was tight around the arms and across the chest. Perhaps Craig should have considered a bigger size when he bought that one, but it wasn’t like I was going to complain about the view. Nor about those dark green eyes that sometimes seemed to look right through you.

"Mm-hmm." I nodded, avoiding his gaze. Cherry seemed to notice. She stared at me with a curious, almost suspicious expression. I switched to a longer tape and requested, "Please lift your arms and level them, Mr. Kenway." As he complied, I circled behind him and realized he was nearly 6'3'' tall. I was lucky to be 5'8'' myself. Otherwise, I would have needed a stool just to measure him. I finished measuring his upper body quickly, but when it came time to measure his waist and hips, I felt a bit unsure.

Whoever laid a finger on her would die. Unexpectedly, Shawn shook his head and said, "It has nothing to do with her." He stood and approached her. His figure towered at 5 feet 9 inches, and gave Zoey a strong sense of pressure. He lowered his head to look at her and glowered, "I said I wanted to see you." Shawn's hand was already on her shoulder, pushing her down onto the sofa. He calmly sat beside her and poured two glasses of red wine, one for himself and one for her.

Stephen’s facial expression becomes sullen, he looks like a kid who had his candy stolen from him, literally! So, since I don’t want to be the bearer of residual feeling I hurriedly lock my locker then try to flee from him, but he stops me as he stands up, positioning his 6.3 feet tall body that clearly shout out *I go to the gym every fucking day* in front of me like a fucking wall.

My heart. Abruptly a high-pitched bawl shredded through my eardrums. I turned around to see, Sheeba one of the women who lived on the same floor as me, gripping another woman’s neck. She was scrawny and short. On the contrary, Sheeba was almost 6.5 feet tall. She was a flabby lady with small hands and feet. They weren't small in general. But as compared to her height they were. She was on her feet with a menacing look on her face. I was surprised at that little lady's audacity. Going against someone who was ten times bigger than her. Holy shit! She had lifted the small lady from the ground. “My sandwich!” Sheeba yelled.

Holding my breath in shock, I turned around to face the devil himself. With his approximately 6'1 height he towered my 5 foot 5 inches figure pretty easily when he looked down at me with his intimidating gray eyes boring into my purple ones.

He responds after a minute, exhaling. "I'm not that small." I frown, glancing down at myself almost selfconcoously. I'm like 5'4, that's not small right? Hardin is easily 6'2, so you can understand why I feel so warm and safe with him. The guys huge. "Small but mighty." Beck comments, nodding his head.

Maybe it's his position, he knows how powerful he is and wielded that power into his persona. He is 6.3' or 6.4' in height. I can see his biceps flexing as he changes mobile to another ear. He is not bulky like rock nor thin like a swimmer. He is just right. I never thought a beard would go well with a suit, but he pulls it off. It's like his small rebellion against being suit perfect.

Jade's POV I was next taken to a bodybuilder. “Beta Boaz, why are we here?” I asked after seeing that we were at a professional bodybuilder. The bodybuilder was a 6’5 tall tan man that was big with a lot of muscles. I had a feeling he could rip me apart just by his look. “Beta Boaz, fancy meeting you here.” He told the beta without bowing. It seemed they were already used to each other by now.