Jack Dylan Grazer Height Novels & Stories

I personally didn’t see the fucking difference. Xander had dark brown hair and light brown eyes with flecks of honey. He was tall and muscular but on the leaner side than me. I towered over his 6’ 3” frame by a good 4-5 inches and was much, much wider and more muscular. I was a beast, the sheer size of me intimidating to everyone I have ever encountered. And I liked it that way.

Jaxon Ryder. I’d never met him before, but there was no doubt. The moment our eyes locked, I just knew. My first thought was… he looked incredible. Like trouble wrapped in perfect features. His black hair, sharp jawline, and piercing silver-grey eyes made it hard to look away. He stood tall, at least 5'9" or more, built like someone who’d spent years training. You could tell through the tight black shirt beneath his leather jacket. His jeans hugged his hips when he moved. He didn’t look real, more like something from a dream or a nightmare.

"Venom took the bait. He's offering me work." Jax's expression sharpened, and he pushed back from the desk, rising to his full imposing height of six-foot-four. The movement caused his shirt to ride up slightly, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of the defined muscles of his abdomen and the dark trail of hair that disappeared beneath his belt. "What kind of work?"

And I never understood why. Alright, a little about myself. For starters, my name is Gracie and I'm nineteen years old. I've always been extremely short, being one of--if not the--shortest girls in my class all throughout high school. My body oddly continued growing right up until my senior year, when I finally achieved the monumental victory of reaching five feet. Well, just shy of it, but who's counting? I was proud of that accomplishment.

Jaxon looks up at us, holding a drill and a neatly cut rectangular wood. “Oh no no, I was already awake before I heard…” I gesture around him, trying not to shiver from how my body’s reacting to him. He nods and drops the stuff he’s holding. He rises—to his six feet four inches height, as opposed to my five feet four inches. He swaggers to me and my eyes drop to his abs that tighten as he walks. I swallow and drop Snowie down, she goes to her Dad. She’s such a Daddy’s girl.

'Yeah, but this guy is a tank! He’s got to be at least 6’6” compared to Landry’s 5’6”, with cropped hair the colour of cedar with just a hint of curl to it. Skin the colour of freshly baked gingerbread that would hint at a mixed racial background and eyes the colour of peanut butter. 'Any more food references you want to throw in?' Bee chuckles. If I could, I’d poke my tongue at her.

I strip down to my boxers and sit on the bed, waiting for her to come back. I laugh when she comes out of the bathroom. My t-shirt looks like a dress on her, and my joggers are far too loose. It’s adorable. Gracie rests a hand on her hip and pouts. “Stop laughing at me. I can’t help it if I am small compared to you, Mr Six Feet Whatever.” I chuckle. “I am not quite six feet tall. You look cute in my clothes.”

George calls out and Dane turns away from me, giving his full attention to the mayor, and I take the time to study him. He indeed controls grace and confidence and sense of self, but and that coupled with his impressive look made him even more dreamy. He stands at six feet two inches tall and has a broad body build that can terrify anyone. His grey eyes command attention and though they have murderously glared at me more times than I could count, they were still really cute.

That’s when he stepped out the front door. Alexander Gray. He was taller than I expected, maybe six feet, with broad shoulders and dark hair that looked like he’d just run his fingers through it. His t-shirt stretched across his chest, and sweat glistened on his arms from carrying furniture. Our eyes met across the yard, and something hit me hard in the stomach, like my body recognized him before my brain could catch up.

I'm tall, so of course, my kid would be tall as well," he said, pausing to gaze at Stella. Justin was 180 cm in height, which was quite decent for a man. Out of nowhere, Bryce interrupted him and replied, “My mom is tall too. She’s 170 cm. Everyone said that I’m tall like her.” The minute he finished his words, tension immediately filled the dining table. Justin's grin faded, and he looked at Bryce with a perplexing expression that appeared to be warning him. Bryce avoided his gaze and lowered his head. Only Stella seemed to not realize what was going on.