Connor Kenway Height Novels & Stories

I could sleep for ten years straight. I’m groggy when Maggie Connor catches me in the corridor. She’s grinning, bursting to tell me some stupid news or other. It’s about a guy, not Hunter, some other stupid stud called Ken she met down at the fish and chip shop. Ken. I doubt that’s even his real name. She tells me he’s built like a bear, and fucks like one, too. The way she talks about him you’d think he was the master of the female orgasm, but she’s full of shit, I can see that now.

“Azalea he’s not ours, look you just saw it. After everything he just told us and he welcomes her into his arms. I’m sorry Azalea but I don’t want us to hurt again. I can’t trust him.” I slowly walked to the kitchen. I poured another coffee and sat at the breakfast bar. I wasn’t going to cry he didn’t deserve my tears. My mind wondered to Conner, goddess he was so handsome. It was as though the goddess sculpted him herself and took her time. He was at least 6ft 5 with short shaved black hair. He had the most amazing green eyes and his arms were muscled like tree trunks. I saw him training one day and boy did his abs stick out. His 8 pack certainly had me imaging dirty things on what I would

Kellan tells her, lifting her slightly so that he can hold her breasts with his hands and he immediately bends down and takes one of her nipples in his mouth and starts sucking on them. She is so perfect that you don't even realize she already has a baby, she is just perfect. So slim and delicate in his arms. She is tall and slim but with voluptuous forms at the same time. She must be somewhere above 6.1 feet and Kellan is 6.5. She is a perfect match for him, he has always been attracted to tall women. And her white-blond curly hair falls over her shoulders in such a sexy way that makes Kellan even harder than he already is.

I said with a smirk. I think I knew what—or who—she’d seen. Because the only person who made her squeal like that was— “Dad!!” Ken yelled, dashing toward him like a puppy who’d just seen his favorite chew toy. Yep. That man. He stood tall—probably 6’4”—with a build like he exercised just enough to make you feel out of shape. His hair was the color of cinnamon, and his eyes matched mine: emerald green, annoyingly vivid. People said I looked like him. I denied it with every fiber of my being.

He was OK with it because, over time, they had become good friends themselves. Ruby was a few inches shorter than Connor, with shoulder-length red hair and an athletic body. She was on the school's swim team with Sarah and always kept in good shape. Despite eventually becoming friends with her, Connor could never get over how good she looked in a swimsuit. She had decent C-cup breasts, a small waist, and a great ass.

Zephaniah was beginning to realize that the man behind me wasn't just a benefactor—he was a force of nature. At the Dynasty Hotel, the heavy suite door clicked shut, sealing Zephaniah and Lisa out. Connor had closed the world away. Zephaniah stood in the hallway, recalling the man's stature. Standing next to my 178cm frame, most males looked diminished. Even Zephaniah, at nearly 190cm, only just matched me. Yet this man made me look small, Obedient. It wasn't just his height; it was the aura of unchallengeable might he radiated.

He matched towards Mrs Adams, each step taken with confidence and grace, and the entire room became awestricken with his presence. Something about this man, however, felt familiar, and my stomach stirred an uncomfortable way. I took my head off Ken’s shoulder to have a proper look at the man, who now stood beside Mrs Adams. At five feet four inches, I was one of the shortest final year student at UA a few head blocked my view, but I stretched my neck to find his face and the sight of him seem a brusque jolt of terror right through me. My stomach flipped, and before I knew it, I took Ken’s hand in mine for support.

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

As her gaze inadvertently shifted to his shirtless form, she couldn't help but gulp. Why, oh why, did the moon goddess have to bless her with a man as handsome and hot as Blaze? He wasn't just well-endowed down there; his entire physique was massive, boasting broad shoulders, a formidable 50-inch (130 cm) chest, bulging arm muscles, and his sexy washboard abs. Standing at an imposing height of 6'7 (ca. 201 cm), he presented a towering figure, akin to a hulking force. The room seemed to shrink in comparison to his robust stature, leaving Astrid both mesmerized and bewildered by the overwhelming impact of his stature.

None of these men was worth giggling over, in fact now that they had Cassie, it was time they left. “Caleb.” A booming voice that reverberated round the house caught Kennedy’s attention and she turned to the foot of the stairs, where some blond giant of a man seemed to be giving Caleb a death glare. She knew she had been using the term ‘giant’ to describe these men, but this time, this man fit the description to the T. He beat Rinaldi’s 6ft4” height by at least three inches and was anything but lean; sturdy legs reminding her of tree trunks were encased in dark jeans, those biceps he had inconspicuously hidden in a grey cotton Henley shirt looked like they could crush steel, a wide chest th