Jacob Fortune-lloyd Height Novels & Stories

I've been to Whales, took language classes so yea luckily" "It was easy to guess that I am British" she leaned forward, taking in the luxury of the conversation. "Yea, you're very tall, well not so tall as me. I'm 181 cm" "179 cm" "Yea I can tell. Could it be said that you British young ladies are generally this tall? Or on the other hand maybe you're given giraffe to eat when you've developed an adequate number of teeth to turn into this tall." he gestured with his hands.

"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?"

Vior said. Our eyes darted upon a man who walked into the cottage. His height was skyhigh, from the looks of him, I think he’s 189 centimeters in height. He has bulky muscles who wore a plain white shirt and khaki shorts. As I looked at his face, his identity became clearer to me. “Lord Luxferre,” they said and bowed down their heads. Luxferre smiled and sat at the right side of the table. “How fascinating. You have feet. I can barely recognize you,” I said.

She felt the miscreant bastard's grip losing. She was looking at him too. He was so tall, taller than everyone. He dwarfed his bodyguards in height. He must be six feet one inch tall. Her heart seemed to stop seeing his dark and handsome personality. She imagined his muscles beneath his dark tailored suit. His face was emotionless. There was a strange kind of aura that demanded attention and compelled everyone to bow to him.

"Oh my, that explains the fresh scent of fruits that sometimes hit my nose Alpha. You have good business in here." He let out a soft chuckle, while he lead the way into a huge double doors. Alpha Ace, stood for maybe two inches above me six foot and just a few inches taller than me. However, I am still growing every year with a few inches more and I will be taller than him sooner or later. "Just a little bit of business to keep us live a lavished life. But it's nothing compared to the family fortune of you father the Alpha King."

At least, she was grateful for her job in his beautiful home. Idris stood at 6'3" tall with a chiseled jawline and piercing green eyes. He was a self-made billionaire with a net worth of over $5 billion. Idris had made his fortune through his technology company which revolutionized the way people accessed and shared information. He had built the company from his illegitimate business, sex trafficking. Not many people knew that he was capable of that terrible crime.

But, handsome didn’t even begin to describe the man. Jack was tall, about six foot three inches. He had dark brown hair that curled up at the edge of his collar. His eyes were a rich, deep brown, almost mahogany, and his face had chiseled features with a strong jaw. There wasn’t a damn thing about the man that didn’t sizzle.

Ashley looked down at the number on her shirt, and then said to Liam, "It's right." "That's an interesting number." Liam said leisurely, "As if afraid that the whole world will not know that you are 1.55 meters tall." Ashley was unhappy. "It's not my choice." Hearing the conversation between the two, Jacob raised his drooping eyelids. Noticing Ashley and the clothes she was wearing, his eyebrows lifted and most of his drowsiness dissipated in an instant. Then, he burst out laughing. Hearing the laughing, Ashley looked at him.

"I can offer you security that money cannot buy, my lady. I can offer you pedigree." Jackson didn't speak. He just walked over to Prince Frederick. Jackson was 6'2". Frederick was barely 5'8". The physical difference was comical. "Frederick, right?" Jackson smirked, looking down at him. "Nice medals. Did you win them in a war? Or did you buy them at a gift shop?" "I am royalty!" Frederick spluttered. "Who are you? A merchant?" "I am the man who owns 40% of the real estate in your 'Principality'," Jackson patted Frederick’s cheek patronizingly. "If I make one phone call, your castle will be turned into a shopping mall by next Tuesday."

He was currently standing with his hand tightly gripping the waist of the blonde lady standing beside him. Of course, he was the prince set to take over the island when his mother passes away or steps down from being queen, and that alone gave him the ticket to do whatever he wanted. He had the looks—baby blue eyes, and a perfectly sculpted nose. He stood at six feet, three inches, and that was the dream height for the women who flocked around him.