Henry Golding Height Novels & Stories

Henry said. " Haha, Alexander can't control me Henry and besides who he is to dislike anything I do. I want to help you with your cuisines. Let me do it for you Henry " Iam saying while Henry stiffed in his position and Motioning his fingers to look at my back side. I turned backward and saw that Mr. Alexander is standing behind my back, without his shirt, wearing only his sweat pants. Now I'm stiffed in my position, looking anywhere but him. He towered over me with his 6 feet 2 inches height. I barely came over to his neck with my 5 feet 3 inches height.we both are standing barefooted.

I was left alone with Brian and as we walked down to my parents' house which wasn't too far away from the alpha's residence he intertwined his fingers with mine and held me close- he was both my lover and protector. I raised my head up at his handsome face that seemed so high it touches the very sky as he was standing at an impressive height of 6 ft 4 while I stood quite low to the ground at 5 ft 8. Not that I wish to be an inch taller than this. I honestly love my height… As we walked I suddenly thought of Henry and the bad memories Brian had tried so well to make me forget with his delicious meal and companionship. I felt irritated when I thought about his touch.

He was never supposed to be more than a voice. And he definitely wasn’t supposed to have a body that was even better than his voice. She’d mentally given him a hundred different faces, depending on her mood. Nothing could have prepared her for the reality. Tall, clocking in at well over six feet, with dark eyes and harsh cheekbones in a rough-hewn, hard face, Cole Henry was the kind of man any woman would look at. Twice. “Cole Henry.” He stuck a hand out. Since her dignified choices were few and far between at the moment, she took his hand with her free one. Calloused masculine fingers closed around hers.

He's so tall, handsome as hell he's so bad but he does it so well. But the main thing was, he wasn't that tall, I mean I'm a good 5'8 while he looks like he's 5'11, that's it. A man's height should atleast be 6'2 but he was handsome as hell with a sharp prominent jaw, pointed nose and facial features were exquisite. He was even well built and his light golden brown hair was tousled back and he was wearing a grey tux. I know I'm drooling over him.

The one which others never dare to cross, the one which others prefer to keep distance from. He is the most powerful of all - born with unsurmountable amount of power- which oozes from his very being. Nobody has seen someone harbouring so much influence over other just with his presence, there is no one who dares to look in his eyes because those eyes were the most magnificent shade of Gold- which held the intensity of power that he exhibits. Standing at 6' 2" with jet black hair, golden eyes and a perfectly chiseled body- he was the epitome of beauty. His sharp features were what made him stand out.

I said while stopping him with my hands on his chest. "Group huuuugggg!" shouted Anton, who was already close to us. And we did have a group hug, and I got stuck on them. These men, they are so tall and they sandwich me. I am the smallest of the five of us at the height of 5'8". "Ouch! Stop this!" I shouted, and they immediately let go. These gorillas are really childish. People in the gym are staring at us. Besides being tall, the gorillas I'm with are also handsome. Of course, I won't be defeated. We were just laughing when Jane approached our group.

Right away,I knew he was the one. He had a clean, handsome face, with his unusual yellow eyes peering out from his long, brown greasy hair, extremely tall; having seven foot eight or thereabout. His feet touched the ground perfectly, even though he was sitting on a long-placed golden stool. He wore a polo t-shirt giving you a peak at his well-tanned muscled arm; slowly and swifly stroking his hairs with his hands backward, as he sipped on his drink with the other hand.

A grey hoodie hugs his muscular arms, and I'm forced to lift my chin to meet his irritated eyes; that's how tall he is. Judging by his ripped body type, he must be into sports. Football or wrestling? A lineman? Hard to tell, but it must be a position that requires height. I would guess he is six-foot-five, or possibly six-foot-six. Regardless, he is intimidating and handsome. Enough to make me forget how to function. I just stand there like a fool, staring at him while my IQ rapidly drops to zero. Is he a movie star? I'm pretty sure I'm gaping like a goldfish when the broody guy crosses his arms over his mighty chest. "You're Michelle Henriksson, right?"

Both were legendary-level powerhouses. "There's a guy in Blumedale, Gabo Creek, making waves lately. Name's Andrew Lloyd," Henry said, his deep voice cutting through the air. Dressed in black, tall and broad-shouldered, Henry sized Andrew up from head to toe. Finally, he asked, "That's you, isn't it?" Andrew glanced at him. "Yeah. Got a problem with that?"

I spotted Spencer and Ryder across the crowd, his eyes locked on mine for a brief moment before he nodded and continued on his way. Ryder stood at around 6'1" with a lean yet athletic build, honed from years of running and training in the woods. His skin had a warm, golden undertone, a testament to his mixed heritage, unlike my pale own. His grey eyes were a striking feature, seeming to gleam with a mix of intensity and kindness, depending on his mood.