Dave Franco Height Novels & Stories

Her hair was dark with a wisp of gray. Carlos was tall, at 6'2", and had a slender, muscular body. He was a stereotypical tall, dark and handsome Latino. Dave, on the other hand, was an Irishman with red hair, fair skin, and blue eyes, about 6 foot tall, and carrying a couple of extra pounds but not fat. It was only natural for the women to check out the guys too. Lori especially liked seeing Carlos with his shirt off with his muscles and hairy chest showing and Rosa liked Dave's fair skin and larger frame.

His nickname is cute, it perfectly suit for him. "Can I call you shorty? You are under Disero's shoulder. What is your height?" Out of nowhere, Leim asked. It earns a pout and glare from Dhaxzy. He is no scary with this, he is so appealing for us to not be scared on his glare. I am busy admiring his appearance. Those cheeks are begging for me to pinch them both. " No. I am not shorty and my height is 158 cm." He proudly said and pouted. I chuckled when he revealed his height. He literally the smallest among all of us. So, this is his height. He is literally under my shoulder.

He starts on the other hotdog. "I'm a big guy, and I need calories," says Dane. "Fair statement," I say. Dane is much larger than me. He's maybe 6' 3"? "How tall are you?" I ask. "6' 4"," replies Dane. He takes a bite into his second hot dog. "I was close. I thought you were 6' 3"," I say. "Hmm," hums Dane as he chews his second hot dog. "You haven't told me a lot about yourself," says Dane.

He has this cold demeanor that tells you to keep off his path and stay the hell away from him. I can’t tell his height from our sitting position in the car, but I’ve seen him standing earlier, and I can tell you that he is at least 6'5 tall, with his huge muscles that are bulging out a bit, complementing his perfect abs that are inviting me to run my hand's through them.

he said, his voice cutting through the silence. I jumped, startled by his sudden comment. “Eh…em…not really,” I stammered, my words tumbling out awkwardly. But Franco wasn't convinced. “You can't fool me,” he said, a sly smile playing on his lips. “Well, I'm just curious about where Diva went,” I said, trying to sound casual. But Franco wasn't buying it. “When did you start caring about Diva?” he asked, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

"Then... do you still want to sleep in this room every day, or...." The man, who has a height of one hundred ninety-six centimetres, was silent. He did not continue his words as if he had given the wrong question. While Abby frowned because she felt more and more awkward with the other person. Massimo pinched his left hand, but not too hard.

Dave let out a loud laugh almost choking on his saliva. Although fifty-three years old, the man still joked around like a kid, but business activated his real age. His face screamed danger to anyone who took a look at him once. He was six feet tall, had broad shoulders, and a unique resemblance to his children. Dave always moved around with a cane in his hand since his last accident two years ago that almost confined him to a wheelchair.

"Can you speak softer, you are going to embarrass me in front of everyone." Drake laughs and says. "I don't care what other people think about it because all I want to do to you is forever in my mind." I slap his arm and say. "Stop talking. Focus on your food." I can't believe I got a mate that is sweet and caring to me. Drake is probably 1.74cm tall which makes me feel short since I am about 1.65cm. Drake is the type of guy that I could love forever because he is handsome, muscular and all the things that girls will describe him.

Serena "Dave?" I called out in shock, my voice barely above a whisper. My feet remained frozen to the spot, my mind struggling to process what I was seeing. Dave Harrison? It can't be. But it was. He stood there, looking even more handsome than I remembered. Tall, probably around 6'2" with perfectly styled dark blonde hair, striking green eyes, and that confident smile that used to make every girl on campus swoon. He was wearing an expensive charcoal gray suit that fit him perfectly, showing off his athletic build. A Rolex gleamed on his wrist. Everything about him screamed success and sophistication.

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.