Jacob Fortune-lloyd Height Novels & Stories

"I hope we didn't keep you waiting for too long, Mr Smith?" He looked up at her face. "A little." He said, and then he stood up. This man had to be at least 6'3 Katherine Cooper thought. She was 5'11, a height that towered high above most women and even some men nowadays, and yet compared to him, she felt petite. "Shall we?"

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.

Fiona Forger shook her head, and he didn't say anything else, but his steps seemed to slow down a bit. As they walked, Fiona Forger stole glances at the tall, dignified man beside her. He was tall! Probably not less than 1.85 meters, while she was 1.64 meters tall, which wasn't short compared to other girls, but standing next to him, she was a head shorter, barely reaching his shoulders. He had straight features, thick eyebrows, and bright eyes. He exuded a powerful aura, the kind of man that made many girls fall for him, right? At least she knew there were a few.

What a troublesome dilemma he needs to face. The lecture is smoothly ongoing for two hours. Sir Rayleigh, their foreign Lecturer, is a handsome man in his mid forty, with striking blue eye color and sharp jawline. He stood tall at approximately six feet and two inches as the tallest man in this hall due to his Canadian blood, surpassing the average height of his male students.

It doesn't bite! By 'It' he refers to his thin nasty prick! "You haven't given me my answer!" He advances forwards, his steps hasty and loud, as if to torment me. His eyes large and red with lust. Okay!!! Jake's an enormous guy of around 6 feet 4 and I am 5 feet 4 so basically he's a foot taller than me. He's of a huge buck and very athletic, and I don't even exercise, I mean I can't even do ten successful jumping jacks in a row. So in other words I stand no chance in winning him, so instead I take backwards steps.

At sixty-three years old, Victor Moore was a remarkable and illustrious man. At six feet and three inches tall, he was a sight to behold anywhere he went. His well-built, slender figure radiated strength and energy. His well-manicured salt-and-pepper hair gave him an impression of seniority and experience.

“He is like a soldier daddy.” The elevator doors open before I can respond and three figures step out. Great……..It’s the whole family. “Hello, Alexander,” the man in front says smoothly as he looks around. Willaim Stallin stood a good 6 and more feet tall at sixty seven years of age. He has his signature salt and pepper hair, which was swept back neatly, sharp cheekbones, tailored suit that fits like it was sewn onto him. His posture carries the unmistakable weight of money and danger. The kind of man who built empires and crushed competitors without raising his voice.

He said making me want to puke at the thought. Are all billionaires thick skinned and gross? "A height of at least six feet above ground." Dhruv said making me look at him confused. "He placed her on top of a side cupboard and stepped back and asked her with politeness dripping out of his voice 'I hope this new height is enough for you?'" Dhruv leaned back in his chair with a smug expression as he took in my shocked one. "You cannot be serious!" I said not sure if the image was funny or shocking- of a well decked up girl to be perched up above on a cupboard.

A knock sounded from outside the door. Butler Freddy’s voice followed, calm but nervous. “Master.” “Come in,” Holden replied, the corner of his thin lips lifting slightly. Freddy pushed the door open. “Master, Madam… Old Madam is here.” Holden stood beside the bed, tall and imposing. At 1.87 meters, even in a simple white shirt and black trousers, he looked like he was wearing custom haute couture. His presence alone carried a cold nobility.

' 'If that's the case, don't blame me for being rude. Javen was close to 1.9 meters tall. Coupled with his cold face and somewhat scary temper, he did look like someone very good at beating people up.