Grant Gustin Height Novels & Stories

The next thing Cassian knew, he heard Hugh exclaim, "Holy shit! That chick has a 42E bust!" His voice was filled with excitement. Cassian couldn't help but look at the doorway as well. Hugh was right. The newcomer really was a beautiful babe! She stood at 5'3" and had a pretty face. Her fair skin had a reddish tint to it. Currently, she had her hair put up in a bun that made her look very cute.

Austin, the tallest of them greeted, his height mountainous to her five six. “Hey guys. Good afternoon. Marcus is not in right now, I'm sorry. You guys just missed him.” “We know that, gorgeous, we're here for you.” Austin's deep voice waves through her face, his gaze sweeping over her slowly, dirty, and she gulps down unknowingly.

I mumbled. I thought he did not hear me. But when he responded, my cheeks burned. “I am. Hello, Ms. Wilson. Welcome to Sterling Enterprises.” He said all this while he was talking. His gait was sure and hurried. I hurried, too, trying to keep up with his pace. Unfortunately, he was a tall man. He looked to be about 6 feet 3. I stood five foot three, shorter by a foot. One stride in his long legs is equivalent to two with mine.

The two men made room for a third person to walk through, the man who spoke. He was the most gorgeous man in the entire world, standing at 7 ft, with black hair, dark blazing onyx eyes, and high chiseled cheekbones. His blazing gaze stuck on me and slowly, I felt Grayson's arms ease around me and I almost stumbled, but touched the wall for support. The man took three large steps towards me and raised his hand to caress my cheek. I felt sparks rush through my skin, making me jolt back.

Was that radiant, charming smile on his face meant for me? His dark brown hair was short, styled in a modern cut, neatly combed but with a smoothness that hinted at the slight curls I’d seen in some photos. His eyes were grayish, though they looked light brown in pictures. I liked them better in person—no, I loved them. His gaze was expressive, almost gentle. He was probably close to six feet tall, though next to Dad, everyone seemed short. His Stuart Hughes suit was clearly tailored, and a wave of heat washed over me as I imagined what lay beneath all that fabric.

Griffin tapped his pen impatiently on his desk. “I do have a problem. She’s brunette, five-foot-ten, and won’t stop jabbering on at me as if I give a damn.”

Maybe just maybe, I can be happy. "Alright, let us move on. Shift for your measurements," I order, and Gunnar places the scale on the ground and grabs the tape measure. I record weights and heights as each competitor takes a turn walking over to the scale. "Hayden, 6'5" 294," Gunnar Few moments pass. "Luke, 6'4" 291," Gunnar Few moments pass. "Jayson, 6'3" 286," Few moments pass "Chris, 6'3" 287,"

He asks quietly as he looks up at my face. Mr. Gilroy seems to be about 50 and shorter than I am. I would say about 5 and a half feet tall. His hair that was once black is peppered with strands of white throughout it. His eyes are a shade of grey I have not ever seen before. Almost a washed out, like he has been around too long, and his eyes have lost their luster.

“Kristen, are you ready?” Jacob asked. He was being very impatient with me. His shaggy black hair was getting into his crystal clear blue eyes. Looking over, I watched him run his hands through his hair. Jacob was hot, I’ve give him that. Very muscular and tall at 6’1” but not exactly my type. Fun to flirt with but not my type.

My aunt hisses her teeth angrily and exits the kitchen. Aunt Christine was within her 40's she has short black hair and she's stout. She is 5 feet and 7 inches tall. I on the other hand was taller than her. I am 5 feet and 8 inches tall. I have long blonde hair like my mom and blue eyes just like dad. I am slim and have a very curvaceous body.