Devon Bostick Height Novels & Stories

I just remembered that the party was all about him and I need to at least greet him on his day. “My birthday was yesterday but thanks anyway.” Benjamin Arlington was a towering six footer and he seemed like a viable person to play basketball without having much trouble. His hair was a lighter brown and he doesn’t seem like he cared much about combing or even putting some wax to fix his hair. To me, he appeared a little bit uptight but he’s just trying his very best to control it inside that huge body of his.

I said, smiling at him. If there was one comfort in all of this, it was that Ezra was safe away from the evils of Blacktree. They would never get their claws in him again. He would be safe here. “Hey, while you were with Ezekiel, did you ever come across someone named Devon? He’s about 6’4, pale skin, shaggy brown hair, and has a jagged scar on his right cheek?” Ezra squinted in concentration as he thought for a moment before nodding slowly.

Back inside the room, Boma met Donovan lying on the bed with a sleeping eye mask over his eyes. He pulled up the mask, letting it rest on his forehead as she walked inside. He was bare-chested with designer boxers on. He was male perfection lying there, tall, fit…and dangerous her head reminded her. His attention was focused on her and she stood before the bed with feelings of nerviness starting to consume her. She didn’t know when she would ever get over her fear of him.

He smiled at me. I took a quick glance at his face. Asher Donovan is not bad looking. White skin, blond hair, blue eyes that are always hidden behind the thick frame of his glasses... 5.9ft height... he is definitely a heartthrob at the campus and wherever he goes. Moreover, his Dad is a congressman just like mine. That's how we were forced to get together. I sighed silently and made my way into the bathroom.

While Liam and I had been together since the start we couldn't say the same for the others. Devon was 5'11" with black hair, dark brown eyes and olive skin, skinny as a rail despite the amount of food he ate. He was our sniper. He was extremely agile and moved with almost no sound, he reminded me of a cat. He had a very logical nature to him, and had previously done insurance adjustment work. Blessed with a very mathematical mind he was always calculating the odds prior to a mission. Out of all of us he was probably the most rational, stoic one, with the innate ability to out argue any of us no matter the topic. He had joined up with us almost right away and had become an important asset to

Astra added as she opened the door. “Devon, Adric, good to see you both, and please, no fighting in my house.” Astra said as she let them in. “Angelica, this is Adric and Devon; they are my contacts. Guys, this is Angelica.” Astra said as she introduced the two guys. Devon's tan skin matched his honey color eyes. His dark hair was shaggy and tussled and blended into the stubble on his face. He stood six feet tall with a lean body.

The group laughed but looked over at Stacy and Steve expectantly. He smirked and shrugged. "I dunno," he said, blushing a bit. "He's pretty big," Stacy said, raising her shoulders in uncertainty. "8 inches?" she asked. "You know damn well you measured your shit," Derrek said. "Every one of us has. What ya got man?" "7 and a half inches," he said, shrugging and trying to appear nonchalant. The girls cheered at that. "I guess that makes him number two..." Becky said, looking at the other men.

Jersey #7 Troy Adams, 22 — Tall, quick, and everywhere at once. Troy was the tallest one in the group. He was a talent directly recruited by Carlos’ agency. Jersey #16 Ben Parker, 26 — The Floor General, leading with every move. Coach Duke Barkley personally recommended Ben. He used to play for the Phoenix Thunderhawks but was forced to take a backseat when his father became terminally ill. A year had passed since his father’s death, and Coach Duke convinced him it was time to chase his dreams. Jersey #66 Mateo Dobrev, 21 — Humble heart, ruthless hustle.

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.

Bree stepped over and embraced her. "It's nice to see you, girl. How's Tennessee State?" Bree asked. "Ugh. Let's just say… D is for diploma." She took another drink of her beer. "Oh, Bree. This is my boyfriend--Devon Stahl. Devon, this is Bree. I know she's beautiful but hands off!" "Please, babe. You know I only have eyes for you." Devon, who had to be at least six foot five, unfolded himself from the couch and wrapped his arms around Bree. "How's it goin'?"