Connor Kenway Height Novels & Stories

He's 6'7", built, and he is so sweet. I hear Connor let out a nervous cough from behind me and gasp. "Oh my Goddess." I jump out of my dad's arms to grab Connor and bring him closer to my dad. "Daddy, this is Connor, and before you beat him up, he has been a perfect gentleman this entire time and hasn't done anything inappropriate to or with me. Okay?" My dad looks down at Connor, who looks like he'd rather be anywhere else but here.

I wouldn't be that. "I don't know why I'm here," I said, my back hitting the glass. I used it to lean on, crossing my arms and legs casually. "Can you tell me?" Connor had to be over six feet tall. He stopped when we were chest to chest—rather, my chest level with his midsection—and tilted his chin down to meet my gaze. I held them defiantly, refusing to look away first. He quirked his head in curiosity, narrowing his eyes, mouth frowning. "I like it when my things talk back. It's… amusing." He jerked his chin. "Go on. Say something. You've got a lot on your mind."

Keagan. My breath punched out of my throat when my gaze met his. He looked…breathtaking—hovering almost at 6’4, beards trimmed to a sexy goatee and muscles begging to be released from beneath that tight-fitting suit. My fingers itched with the need to push back the blonde hair falling over his arched brows. Keagan Hall was the true cover boy of Prince Charming in real life.

He said with an unsmiling face as he stood before me. I stretched my neck to look at him and at how little I was in comparison to him. Connor is 6 feet and 7 inches, and I'm 5 feet, to be exact. "Yes," I lied. "You can't lie to a werewolf; I can hear your heartbeat increasing when you do," he said I was frightened by his response. "I'm sorry," I apologized. I'm obsessively and madly in love with Connor. I loathed the lie I'd just told him. I want to be good to him in every way.

Keith stood, proudly claiming a height of 6 feet 3 inches. He got even closer to me and a smirk played on his lips, "I like a good battle." I don't know why but one stupid part of me wanted to call him daddy right at that moment. Keith Clementine may be a ruthless CEO but he was no pain in the eye. Standing tall and broad-shouldered, he exudes an aura of strength and authority, befitting his status as a powerful figure. His dark hair, styled with precision, frames a face that is both ruggedly handsome and enigmatic.

He was, well, a breath of cum air. The man who stood before me was an imposing figure, easily towering over most others in the room. His height was truly striking, likely measuring somewhere in the range of 6 feet and 10 inches. His appearance was equally captivating, with a mane of sunflower blonde hair that he had meticulously braided into intricate cornrows. Rather than neatly tucking the ends of the braids, he had allowed the remaining loose strands to cascade freely, creating a wild, curly halo around his head.

Kayson had been eating downstairs, and he frowned at the sight of the chaotic mess in the projects department upon his return. He performed a mind expansion and swept the place. Soon afterward, his expression turned somber, and he made his way to the bleeding and unconscious Sean. Sean suffered a few broken ribs and some injuries to his internal organs. Kayson stabilized Sean’s condition and placed him on the sofa before returning to The Tetrad’s office. He found the arrogant-looking Connor and asked nonchalantly, “Was it you who damaged the office outside?” “You’re Kayson, huh?” Connor sized up Kayson, sniggered, and said, “I’m a level-1 member of Skyriv Admiralporium’s second division, Con

His shoulders relax, and he nods. I reply to Connor. -Nora: I’m in. -Connor: Can’t wait. See you at 11? -Nora: Deal. -Connor: Wear something nice. I smile at my phone. Connor’s one of the best-looking guys at school—rugby player, built like a tank, with a face to match. We've never kissed, but I wouldn’t mind changing that. I look at the selfie next to his number. Cute. My eyes wander to the math book lying in the kitchen. I wonder, would Mr. Adkins have a selfie on his W******p? Doesn’t seem like the type, but... I’m curious.

I pressed my hand over his hand that was secured at my waist, hoping to calm him down for a few moments. Venus escorted Mercedes and her father inside. Alpha Connery Femoris was a tall man around 6'1 in height. He was older than Alpha King Vance by ten years, with blonde hair and tamarind brown eyes, rough jaws, and a petit goatee on his face. He had muscles along with his arrogant gait and his stance that matched that of an alpha. “Venus,” Valen summoned in a controlled tone. She swiveled to face her brother with a beaming face. “Hmm.”

And when Keanna just looked at her uncomprehendingly, dhe looked him over like a bowl of tasty cream and impatiently gestured to her to open her robe and his voice got louder. Her temper flaring, Keanna thought seriously about popping this bastard in the nose and wondered what would happen if he did. She thought better of it though and fumbled for the buttons on the front when a loud, deep voice yelled something at her so she looked up in surprise. Striding toward him and his group of admirers on the dock was a man who was the most physically imposing of any he’d seen yet. He was huge, even bigger than most of Keanna's new set of admirers. His hair was more golden than red and his green eyes