Eddie Munson Height Novels & Stories

He had his own large room in the Vazquez family, but instead of valuable items, it was filled with Skipper Private's toys. He rummaged through the room, unsure of what gift to give Lena. When the man walked into the room, he saw him standing in front of a pile of dog toys, lost in thought. Edwin was one meter eighty tall. His face could be intimidating if he didn't speak, but as soon as he started talking, the innocence in his eyes would reveal his abnormality. The man held his coffee and watched as he picked up one toy after another, then threw them away dissatisfied.

This may be desirable to most, but to a stuntman and aspiring actor, it was anything but. Edwin was by far the handsomest of the three. With sandy hair and brilliant blue eyes, he stood tall at six-feet-two-inches. His face was full, but not fat, with distinctive cheekbones and a jaw that was almost -but not quite- square. His slender lips displayed a set of perfectly straight teeth and his nose matched the thickness of his face. His broad chest and shoulders were accentuated by his narrow hips. She could see his well-formed muscles as he twisted his body to pull on his hunting parka. She believed Kira would be pleased to discover that he was a Jameson. At least, she hoped she would.

He was silently and steadily cleaning them, and I couldn't help but wonder if he was listening in on our conversation. Wolvin was taller than all of them by an inch or two, probably around 6 feet 8. He was big-shouldered and robust, with long brown hair tied in a man bun at the back of his head, leaving a few strands out. His blue eyes briefly glanced up before he returned to his task, maintaining an eerie silence.

He accomplished something on his own, without the help of his rich parents. His voice is like no other, his charm dark and mysterious and that's what a lot of girls find intriguing about him. No one knows exactly how tall he is but tabloids have settled on 6 feet 2 inches. He is not very muscular either, more on the lanky side but just enough muscle to do some damage if anyone chose to square him up. His eyes are a peculiar shade of dark blue and his hair is jet black, skimming his shoulders with overgrown bangs.

Maybe it's his position, he knows how powerful he is and wielded that power into his persona. He is 6.3' or 6.4' in height. I can see his biceps flexing as he changes mobile to another ear. He is not bulky like rock nor thin like a swimmer. He is just right. I never thought a beard would go well with a suit, but he pulls it off. It's like his small rebellion against being suit perfect.

Ethan said. Easton and I picked our plates from the set arranged and went to dish some food, at the same time waving back at Eddie and some of the riders we met back in the field. Eddie was a young man, about six feet in height. Honestly, he looked young, but from the massive hair on his face and chest, you would think he was older. But he was quiet and actually pretty jovial. We haven't spoken much, but he's been understanding so far and promised to teach us farming sometime. After dishing out food, we walked back to the table and took our respective seats.

Duncan Gordo shook Edward’s hand firmly and Edward smirked. “This is Bernard Austin, the best man that I have, James and Duncan!” Edward tapped the shoulder of Bernard, a man with a robust posture, dark brown wavy hair, and a shaped jaw and he was 6’5” in his height. “Mr. James, Mr. Duncan…” Bernard shook each hand in a shift.

My sanity teaches. But the question I wanted to ask still remains unsolved. Gathering up all my courage I ask him playing with my fingers. "Sandro did you...?" I clear my throat looking up at him as he stands in his full height six feet and five inches tall with his hands tucked inside in his pant pockets in power, authority. Why does he stand erect looking down at me damn serious. He probably wants to intimidate me displaying his dominant aura and resentfully its working. Edith, you can do it. Try once again. He is not going to eat you.

Nessia eyed my bulge appreciatively. Monroe, in a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows and black dress pants, wore a black belt around his waist minus shoes and socks. He's over six foot tall maybe an inch under my own height. He carries a wiry muscle whereas mine is bulkier. It doesn't matter. I've seen this man in deadly action. He would win the physical battle if we had one.

Seeing Suzanne’s clumsy look, he quickly grabbed her hand for fear that the sharp knife wound would pierce her finger if she was not careful. Edwiin was about 6.2 feet tall. Standing behind Suzanne, he almost covered her whole body. When he lowered his head slightly, his chin was on her head. There was a big gap between their height. Suzanne didn’t expect him to suddenly get close to her. When the back of her hand was surrounded by the hot big palm, her body trembled as she bit her lip, feeling extremely uneasy. She secretly looked up, but all she could see was his chin.