Damian Lillard Height Novels & Stories

She relaxes with my appearance and turns her attention back to Jamie. “He’s approximately the same height as Lilly, he just appears to be a little heavier so I can use the housekeeper’s elevator to carry him to the first floor. Damian, he’s going to be out until after he has his physical next week at a minimum.” “Yes, sir.” “Is the room beside Cole’s taken yet?”

She had fallen helplessly, hopelessly in love with that devastatingly handsome man. Damian was six-foot-three, wearing nothing but a simple T-shirt and jeans, yet his powerful muscles were impossible to ignore—like those of a wild beast. His features looked as if God Himself had sculpted them with divine precision. God, he was gorgeous. She was certain that if he stood among the statues in an Italian gallery, people would pay just to see him.

“Damian.” The voice was smooth, calculated. I turned to see a woman gliding toward us, her sleek black dress hugging every curve. Her blonde hair fell in perfect waves over one shoulder, and her red lips curled into a sharp smile. “Lillian,” Damian greeted, his tone neutral. Her eyes slid to me, assessing. “And who is this?” “Evelyn,” I said, forcing a polite smile. “His girlfriend.” Lillian’s brow lifted ever so slightly. Girlfriend? How surprising. Damian usually prefers his relationships… less permanent.”

A punch or two to the CEO's nose wouldn't be bad at all. "You could reverse and go back, you know." Rico drawled, leaning on the team's vehicle and stroking his chin. He was burly in size, about 6.6ft tall and possessed physical qualities that could make one with the firmest resolve to back down immediately. Damian was not an exception, but judging from his looks, Rico could tell that Damian would rather chew granite than reverse and go back to wherever he was coming from. "Repeat that," Damian snarled, taking a step closer.

I gasped, and before my jaws fell due to my shocking realization, I already used my palms to cover my mouth. Thinking more about that faceless guy who fearlessly hugged Diane, I started comparing him with my brother because my mind was still in the denial stage. Liam was also over six feet in height—he was standing at six feet and two inches to be exact, while I stood at five feet and eleven inches.

Damian declared with a glint of anticipation in his eyes, his excitement palpable. My gaze met his, and I couldn't help but acknowledge his undeniable attractiveness. Standing at an imposing six feet tall, he possessed dark brown hair expertly styled in the latest fashion. Presently, his hair fell in a tousled manner, as if he had casually ruffled it to frame his face. However, there was something unsettling about his piercing eyes. Their intense blue hue seemed to possess an eerie transparency, making me wary and cautious. "Hurry up, or I'll add extra lashes to your punishment," Damian urged impatiently, his eagerness pushing him forward.

Get up", he said in a strict tone throwing ball at me . Well my bad ,finally I make him agree . But how, only I know and now this brooding man didn't let me take rest for a sec . I'm sure he is taking revenge. For the last fifty shots I just able to make two and that's when I play alone. Catching ball we started again. I run bounce it a little but he again take it away. His height is getting on my nerves now, just when he going to out in in hoop I grab his hand twist him around standing on my toes I kiss him on cheeks . Fuck! This Damian is an evil thing. His grip on ball loosen up a bit as he stood there with a little shock, getting a chance I run fast and GOAL.

Lisha POV The werewolf takes us to the great hall where King Damian is waiting for us. My jaw hits the floor when I see him. He is enormous, at least six foot seven inches tall. I can see the muscles on his chest, shoulders, and biceps straining against his shirt when he moves. The animal magnetism that comes from him is overpowering. His long brown hair is loose and falls in heavy waves to his chest, his beard is cropped short against his rugged jaw, and his deep-set dark brown eyes sparkle with mischief as he looks at Allana. He smiles before saying,

It looked like a giant's ribcage, black against the white snow, stark and powerful. Lucian leaned forward in his seat, his breath fogging the glass. He stared at the structure. "It’s... bigger than I imagined," he murmured. "It’s 12,000 square feet," Damian said, a hint of pride in his voice. "But the open floor plan makes it feel endless. Wait until you see the view from the master suite."

I laughed because I grew up with the future alpha, Damian. He is my best friend and occasionally we have kissed but I am keeping my virginity for my mate. Damian is 6’ 8” of solid muscle, short black hair, a tribal tattoo from his chest to his shoulder around his neck and arm and across this back. He is a walking sex on a stick with piercing bright blue eyes. His temper does match his bad boy look but has always had a sweet spot for me. I know I have always caught his eye. Being 5’ 7” slender and toned body with waist dark wavy hair and emerald green eyes, I tend to catch a few guys eyes. However I think most of them think they will get the position of beta so I tend to ignore them.