Colby Brock Height Novels & Stories

The contempt on his face said enough. I tried to maintain his gaze, pretending to be unaffected, even though my stomach was churning. He was taller than I remembered probably about six-foot-one or two, his broad shoulders filling out his t-shirt, muscles built from hours spent showing off on the basketball court. Standing next to him made me feel smaller than my usual five-foot-five frame. Neither of us said a word. The silence between us was loaded, broken only by Carlby shutting the trunk and carrying the last box into the mansion.

My own personal Satan in an impeccably tailored suit. Carlisle Brocandale stood six-foot-two, with shoulders built for bearing the weight of his own inflated ego and a face that belonged in one of those men’s magazines – all hard angles and expensive grooming. In another life, I might have found him handsome. I did find him handsome. Once.

Colby wrinkled face. Mr. Colby Brooke and Mr. Samuel Knight were best friends from college, they were the one who build Knight. inc from scratch and made it New York most prestigious and richest modeling agency, they both work over the clock for Kinght.inc to reach at it top place however Mr. Colby was one of most corrupted and dangerous member of BOD in Knight.inc, he had many crimes under also his hands were bloodied with many people, Samuel Knight was well aware of his all illegal activities yet he kept quiet and waited for Ethan to turn 18.

"I'm too tired to play the dozens with you." Kenzie chuckled. "Because you know you'd lose." Colby scoffed. "Hardly." "In a battle of wits, you are unarmed." "Yeah, yeah. In a battle of who can reach the top shelf, you lose," Colby stated before walking out of the dining room. His sister wasn’t short. She was average height, standing five foot six inches, but she was shorter than him, and from the day he outgrew her he’d never let her forget it.

"He was about six feet tall. Blue eyes, very well dressed, a friendly, easy going manner. All the ladies agree that he was also very good looking." I knew who that description fit. Colin.

My eyes nearly pop out of my head. “See, that’s the kind of reaction I’m talking about.” “Jesus, Diesel,” I say, looking away. “I thought you said it had you a little worked up.” “A little much then?” “I’d say that qualifies as more than a little worked up, yeah.” I try to keep my eyes focused on the wall in front of me, but it’s difficult when your friend’s dick is right there, pulsing with life. Diesel is big. Like, really fucking big. His size matches his massive frame, and that’s saying something. The dude’s 6’4” and 225 pounds. The tallest guy on the team, much to Cole’s annoyance.

I look down at my clothes, I’m wearing sneakers that are fit for this terrain, “would it be bad to say yes?” He chuckles, “it just doesn’t look comfortable, that’s all.” As I approach him, he stands from his push-up position, if I were taller, we’d be chest to chest. I’m pretty average for a woman. Five foot four and a half, because the half counts. “Go grab some waters and we can get going,” Corbin instructs me. I feel his eyes on me as I turn to retrieve the drinks. These shorts aren’t that short. Are they?

My biggest bullies. I sucked in a breath and turned in the other direction, but they blocked my path again, folding their arms as they stared at me. Dickson stepped forward, towering over me with his large, athletic frame. He was about six feet tall, wasn't sure about his exact height, but he was the type who could score extra-pointers to join a basketball team. One would assume we were a couple with our matching sky-blue outfits, but I'd rather leave the prom than wear matching outfits with him. “You're standing in my way.”

Ryleigh was 5 foot 3 in height, and she was also dressed in a rather girlish style. Thus, she indeed looked a little short when she was standing in front of Louis, who was 6 foot 2 in height. But saying that she was flat-chested!? That might not be very aggressive, but it was extremely insulting! Colton laughed out loud. “Colton, you’re too much! You actually partnered up with such a person to bully your godmother. Do you believe that I won’t inform your mother about what you’ve just done?”

I ambled toward him and observed him from head to foot. This shape-shifter, Col, was the same height as I was. His blond hair was like a wave, and it reached his shoulders. If he didn't have a small beard on his chin, I could mistake him for a woman. He was wearing a simple white fitted shirt that complimented his strong arms. His long legs, which were covered with rugged jeans, were rounded and with muscles; I could tell either he was also a warrior who trained a lot or exercising was his favorite hobby. He cleared his throat when he noticed I was staring at him.