Grant Gustin Height Novels & Stories

He was actually as intimidating as Zayn. He appeared to have a skinny figure, but he was very tall. He stood at an astonishing height of 1.9 meters and that was why he appeared so skinny. Moreover, he ranked eighth on the Olympian list and had defeated quite a number of highly skilled fighters in his life. In his eyes, Zayn was just an amateur.

"So, Aubrey," Winnie flashes her a smile. "I heard you're dating Nathan? Is that true?" Immediately, Aubrey blushes. She looks adorable. Red hair and a thousand freckles over her face. She is a gorgeous, tall woman. I bet she looks good standing next to Nathan, who must be close to seven feet tall. Well. Nathan is six-foot-eight according from what I've heard the gossip way. I probably look like a child next to him with my puny five feet of height. I'm a tiny Asian...

He said, sticking out his hand. Gavin was just under six feet tall, like the man leading the training. He had well defined muscles, short cropped blondish hair, and a few tattoos. I could tell he’d seen a few fights in the past, but he couldn’t be much older than twenty-five. His blue-green eyes twinkled with laughter as he smiled. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he was an incubus. “Reggie, the sick, chubby concubus.” I winked, taking his hand.

Sadly, Giry was unable to see Luna because she was being pushed away by the affectionate girls. On the other hand, Justin felt furious because Luna was still cheering for the other boy, so he kept going against Giry. However, Giry was a mixed race, so he was already at a height of 1.9 meters at the tender age of 19. Not only that, Justin's technical skills were not as good as his, so he was not a match to Giry at all. After realizing that he could not defeat him, he suddenly stomped on Giry's foot.

He couldn’t understand why she said that but he nodded, agreeing with her. “Come Closer.” She acted secretively and gestured to him to come closer, he sighed and reached her. Adrian was a giant with a height of six feet, it was easy for him to towered her with his height. Elysian pulled him down by grabbing his arm to reach the level of his ear as Adrian bent his legs, he had to become a chair to reach her level.

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.

Someone with a very good height and hard body. I looked up to see and it was none other than my husband. My face was inches away from his. He was around 6’3” tall while I was 5’7”. He was towering over me. His eyes were directly in front of my eyes. I slightly tilted my head and he was staring at me with a curious glance. He raised his eyebrow l as if gasturing me to move away.

Agatha grumbled. She assessed the men as she released her hold on Mark and he fell back onto the chair cushion. A scowl of annoyance consumed his proud, aristocratic face. Of Nordic descent, Mark was the largest of the three friends. He stood six-feet-four-inches with strong, muscular thighs and a big barreled chest. When he wasn’t working at his law practice, he was in the gym lifting weights. He had a comely face with a square jaw. As symmetry goes, his hazel eyes were just a little too close together. Yet they somehow looked perfectly set over his straight nose.