Colby Brock Height Novels & Stories

Colton noticed this and raised the umbrella even higher. It did nothing. “Jesus, how tall are you?” Colton muttered, but instead of annoyance, there was amusement in his voice. “Six eleven?” “Seven feet and a couple of inches,” I answered, and was met with an impressed whistle. “Wow. I’ve met some pretty tall dudes, but you take the crown. Was you mom a giantess or something? I bet you were a humongous baby.” It was weird to have him talking with me like I was a friend.

Bryan crosses his arms so that his muscles bulge at his shirt… a way to show off, to maybe intimidate Jasper…. However, this doesn't work because Jasper also stands up, leaning one hand on the table, proving himself to be at least eight inches (20cms) taller than Bryan. His astonishing height of almost 6'3 feet (2 m) isn't the only thing that makes him stand out, but his broad back and arms are much bigger and stronger than Bryan's.

BRYCE I fling the door open and stare at my son. He’s not a large man, but he’s inherited my height. At six feet- three inches, his short girlfriend looks much like a child. His arm possessively holds her to his side like a woman clutches a designer handbag she can’t afford. Something flashy to show the world that he’s somebody.

Beckham interjected, raising his glass and winking at Elijah. “I need to go to college, brother.” Colby smirked. “I see. Don't forget you're over four hundred years old.” Elijah prattled. “I was nineteen years old when I turned. At least that's what my face says,” Colby insisted. “I'm going to college and I'm going to become a medical doctor.” Elijah couldn't hold it, he burst out in laughter. How on earth could a vampire become a medical doctor? It was close to impossible. Colby's eyes widened.

Part of him wanted to growl at the breach of his territory, but the colonel outranked him and had every right to barge into the office as if it were his own. Colonel Conrad Bronn was an intimidating man. Despite the fact that Jackson was a good three inches taller, the Colonel still seemed to look down at him. Everything about the Colonel was hard and demanding. His mouth was a thin line framed by a strong nose and heavy brow with a frown that never budged. His hair was cropped so close to the skin it was impossible to tell what color it might have been; even his camouflage uniform was perfectly pressed and straight.

I have to climb two floors to arrive to my class. I am Lilibeth Kolton, a 2nd-grade student at Fonton Senior High School, majoring in social studies, I'm not that pretty actually...not at all! I am only 160 cm tall, my face is not that great, my nose is not that pointed, my lips are not thick, my front and rear bumpers are minimal, and my brain is so-so. There should be no reason Mr. Harold said that to me! Or is he just testing me?? Or… a prank! Wow, if that's true, he has the heart! Note the sarcasm!

The temperature is noticeably lower in here. All thoughts suspend when the man behind the desk stands up. Bryant Colliver. Oh. Oh, he's taller than I was expecting. At least six three. And the pictures didn't quite bring across his...magnetism. His intensity. Fine. I can understand women wanting a tête-à-tête. Who wouldn't want to slip their fingers into that thick black hair? Mine would probably get tangled and we'd have to use peanut butter to get them loose, because I was born stupidly awkward. I've never been with a man in order to test my prowess with the opposite sex, but I'm just guessing this man is used to women with skill and grace. I have neither of those things.

The words were harsh but considering my frustrations with everyone worshipping Kade like he was an actual God, you can understand. Colby laughs, not taking my words seriously. "Someone sounds jealous..." He sang, throwing an arm around my shoulder. Colby was literally a few inches taller than me and wasn't packing a lot of muscle like guys who work out. His frame was rather very lean. But his damn arm was weighing down on my shoulder like a bag of bricks.

She flashes him another big smile before leaving as he continues to act like he is alone. As the door closes behind her, I finally take a proper look at Cole. He’s even more handsome now, with a rugged charm that wasn’t there in high school. He’s grown taller, standing at an imposing 6’2, and his broad shoulders and muscular frame suggest he’s been spending a lot of time at the gym. His once clean-shaven face now sports a well-groomed stubble that adds to his striking appearance. His green eyes, though filled with a hint of annoyance, still have that same intensity that used to make my heart race.

I paused, “thanks.” We stood there. “Good,” he said simply. Then just continued to stand there, with a pained look on his face. He towered over my 5’3” frame with his like 6’5” self. He cast a large shadow with his broad shoulders. He’d gotten bigger over the summer from football practice. That shiz was a way of life at P.H.