Bill Kaulitz Height Novels & Stories

She could imagine how tiny her hands would be if placed on them. Her eyes moved away from his biceps and continued their journey down to his long legs. He stood at a height of about six feet and some inches. 'If I were to kiss him, I would have to stand on my toes, and he would still have to bend his head to meet my lips' she thought and bit her lips seductively. The man stared at her; he was angry and confused. He wore a black baggy trouser that matched his white singlet. “Hello?” he called in his deep masculine voice. Caitlyn was too lost, she thought the voice came from a distant place. Though, she loved how soothing the voice sounded.

But, like Beverly, Selena loved her job. Keith smiled. He was a good looking guy. He stood at five foot seven and he was of average size – not too big not too skinny. Keith’s dark, blond hair was slicked back with no part. “We haven’t had a chance to look around yet, but I’m sure there are some fine pieces here. You look like a woman who has fantastic taste.” Selena smiled. “Thank you. And you,” she said to Beverly. Beverly raised her eyebrows.

Not standing his suffocating gaze, she lowered her eyes again. Anthony raked his eyes over her, taking in every part of her body his eyes met, the body that he owned. Kayla was small, 5’5” compared to him that was 6’3”. But her body could make a man get irresistibly touchy-feely. The Jebbie couldn't hide all her shyness, he caught on it. At least he had no business with her bashfulness, he rather was keen to see her fight the pleasure in a standing position. Curling a hand around her throat, he tipped her head up to make her look at him. “Don’t move,” he rumbled.

He greets. Kayola looks up at him. He is tall, about 6 feet 3 inches, with deep blue eyes. His skin, although exposed to a rigorous training, is still very healthy. His teeth are as white as his irises, and he looks at her with a very calm and warm expression on his face. “Good morning,” she replies softly, taking in his features. “I see that you have been working hard,” she states. “Well, the safety of the pack is paramount to me, and so, I do what I can.” He replies.

She paid premium for the privacy; he never asked why. Kai Voss, thirty-five, six-three, built like he’d spent half his life lifting his own bodyweight and the other half teaching others to do the same. Dark skin, shaved head, forearms corded from years of handstands and arm balances, tattoos curling like smoke from wrists to shoulders. His voice was low, calm, the kind that made people breathe deeper without realizing it.

​ He wasn't sitting; he was standing, leaning against the back of his chair, arms crossed over a chest so broad it looked capable of snapping the spine of a smaller wolf. ​ Alpha Kael Blackwood. ​ He was every terrifying rumor brought to life. He was tall—easily 6'5"—with hair so dark it swallowed the light and features so sharp they looked sculpted from granite. The air around him shimmered with suppressed power, the kind that didn't need to be displayed to be understood.

He said and adjusted his bag, grabbed and pulled me as he was standing up, and and we left the place immediately. "Hey, Athan." "What's it?" I was shorter than Athan by a feet. He was 6feet and I was 5feet tall. He had to look down whenever he wanted to speak to me, while I looked up. Only I and Kaul were of the same height but I was the senior among us. Athan being a human, he was just 18 years old and Kaul was two years younger than me; he was 22 years old while I was 24.

Had watched it happen with Luca from the beginning. I turned. Klaus Bauer standing at the entrance of the main room. Thirty one years old. Taller than I had processed from the phone calls height was the thing that didn't translate to voice. The easy quality of movement I remembered from the garden, the unhurried way he occupied space. A dark suit that fit him the way expensive things fit people who had earned them. And the face.

Hails!" exclaimed Keith as he entered the house. "I'm in the kitchen!" She replied. Her parents returned for a few moments before departing on another business trip. It wasn't the first time, but all she wanted was for them to spend quality time with them like any other family would. I guess that won't happen anytime soon. She thought to herself as Keith entered the kitchen with a handsome young man. He stood 6'3" tall and had a broad chest and shoulders. He was a brunette, and he had a messy undercut. He wasn't too muscular, but well built.

“Not exactly short. He’s just a little under six foot. I’m not very sure but I think he’s a little short.” Karl raised a brow. “What do you think about my height?” Danielle smiled coyly at him. “Perfect.” Karl felt uneasy upon hearing the swiftness of her reply. “Are you sure you’re not just saying that to keep me happy?” “What are you even saying? Look, isn’t Max a good enough example? He should be around the same height as you.” “I’m taller. Does this mean I have an advantage over him?” Danielle was speechless and rolled her eyes at him. She thought she must have lost her mind to bring up Max out of nowhere. She blurted out, “That’s right.”