Damian Lillard Height Novels & Stories

Ophelia I barely reached his chest. At 5’1” and 98 pounds, I looked like a doll next to Damien. He was 6’7”, 280 pounds of pure muscle — broad shoulders, thick arms that could bench press me without breaking a sweat, and a deep voice that rumbled through my body whenever he spoke. We’d been dating for three weeks, and tonight was the night. I stood in his bedroom wearing nothing but one of his oversized t-shirts that fell to my knees like a dress. Damien locked the door, then turned to me with hungry eyes.

The ones who came here to join in the fun did not know anything about basketball and they did not know what this blocked shot against Gorilla Max meant. “Damn, Max’s forceful dunk was blocked by David! Am I seeing things?” “He’s so amazing! That’s so unbelievable! That’s Gorilla Max! He’s about 200cm tall but David who’s 180cm tall managed to block his shot!” Voices of discussion reverberated through the gymnasium. They were not so surprised when David managed to make three three-pointers in a row. He only managed to cause an uproar among those people who came in to join the fun.

"Right, go and be a good understudy now. I'm going off." With that, the woman sauntered off with a cigarette between her fingers, her hips swaying. Lila stood in place for a while. She waited until the smell of tobacco on her faded before stepping out from the stairwell, only to bump into Damian. She froze as she beheld the man before her. "W-What are you doing here?" "I was passing by," he drawled. "Did you hear everything?" she asked. "Depends on which part you're talking about." Damian closed the distance between them and eyed her imperiously. "Did you mean the part where you were playing the role of a cheap double or the one where you plan on milking Justin for what he's worth?"

Even after stepping into Damiano’s place, Lucia couldn’t shake the heaviness in her chest. No matter how hard she tried not to think about Leonardo, every painful memory replayed itself over and over again. Damiano had prepared a room for her and dismissed the household staff early. “Damiano, do you have any alcohol?” Lucia asked, standing in the middle of the living room. Damiano stepped inside and switched into his indoor slippers. Despite that, his height barely changed. He was even taller than Alessandro—well over six feet. Lucia still had to look up at him.

Captain of the basketball team, so he's full of abs and whatnot. Ashton Johnson: 19, Height: 6'1, Black ink hair, grey eyes circled with eyeliner. Champion and leader of the swimming team—explains why we have a lot of access to water. Also fit. Definitely the "I'll kill you" type of person. Bellion or Bel Dawson: 17 and a half, Height: 5'9, Long blue tinted hair. Don't mess with me kind of person. Ariana Kings: 17 and a half, Height: 5'10, Long black wavy hair. An elite in school. You fuck with me, you get fucked up kind of person.

"Focus on the papers and tell me how long it will take to make sure Kayla Vergara doesn't have enough money to buy a coffee by the time the sun sets." "Sir the process has already begun but Mr. Damian Lillard has just called an emergency press conference to defend Mrs. Santori’s honor" the assistant stammered as he held out a tablet showing a live feed of the rival CEO. Lucian’s playful mood vanished in an instant and he let out a low and terrifying growl as he watched Damian on the screen acting like a white knight for a woman who was already claimed. "He is trying to play the hero again" Lucian hissed as he grabbed a pen and snapped it in half with his bare hand.

Lucian yelled. “ I don't know, I don't know, ” Peterson replied, totally confused. Eric Damian continued to expand and transform into a fiery red monster. If you think Lucian was a monster when he transformed into that 9ft black beast I wonder what you will say Eric Damian is. Scarily Gigantic for one, standing at 15ft tall and outrageously muscular, his claws were twice that of Lucian's, extending at a staggering length of 6ft. That's the height of a full grown man!!!

Suddenly, Lila found herself living in a sprawling modern mansion on the outskirts of the city, complete with a ridiculously attractive stepbrother who made her stomach flutter in ways she didn’t understand. Damien Blackwood was twenty-eight, dangerously hot, and terrifyingly intense. Tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp cheekbones, messy dark hair that fell over piercing gray eyes, and a body carved from years of brutal workouts and underground fighting he still did for 'stress relief'. He had tattoos snaking down his arms and chest, visible whenever he walked around shirtless which was often. He was the heir to a powerful business empire, cold and commanding to everyone else, but around Lila

Damian responded with an alluring smile. Lila was speechless and stifled. What has she done to deserve so much care from this man who had known her from no where? “I choose to add that one in case the one you choose fails to size or fit your body,” he added. “Oh my God! I'm really grateful for everything, sir. I'm short of words to…” Lila paused with her statement the moment she observed something awkward. Mr. Damian's smile was slowly diminishing, and his face was gradually turning pale with his eyes becoming more whiter.

Since I’d never seen his face clearly, I felt my jaw drop. Who are these guys? They are so tall (I found out later that Damian was 1.88m tall, and Rai was 1.82m tall). And oh-my-Gawd, the vision of them walking toward me was a sight to behold. Long legs, lean muscular bodies with to-die-for facial features.