Jai Courtney Height Novels & Stories

"Oh, thank God. I think I’m back to my real five-foot-four height now." Killian looked up at me, his hand still resting on my bare foot. He didn't stand up. He just looked at me with a look that was far too knowing. "Five-four? Is that what you’re telling people these days, Jade?" I blinked, looking down at him. "Yes? That’s what’s on my ID." Killian let out a soft, dark chuckle. "Your ID is a work of fiction. You are five feet, two inches, and three-quarters of an inch. Barely."

The memory alone makes me so angry already, so much for the earlier excitement! Still staring at my reflection, I unclench my fist and raise my right hand, adjusting the diamond stud on my both earlobes. I'm wearing a white shirt over a cartoon brown pants with a nick Jordan sneakers. Proudly standing at a height of 6.4, with an athletic build like ricochet, my muscles rippled abs bulge out, literally begging to be free from this civilized dressing.

Jennie and Jackson finished their shower and went to the bedroom to get dressed. Jennie handpicked a floral blouse and black jeans from their wardrobe. She wore her pants and was about to wear her shirt when Jackson grabbed them for her hands. Jennie tried to reach out for the blouse, but he kept raising it higher. She jumped as high as she could, yet her husband's 6'8 height was too tall for Jennie because she was 5'3. Jackson teased her a bit. He would bring her shirt a little lower when Jennie strived to seize it, Jackson would carry the blouse higher.

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.

He asked as he lead us deeper into the building. Jason of course took this opportunity to be his smart ass self. “You wouldn’t happen to have anything in size Jurassic Park would you?” The man looked at him confused. “He’s about this tall.” I said standing on my tip toes and extending my arm up as high as I could. “And um this wide.” I tried to recall. Jason finally decided to be helpful. “He’s about 6’ 7” and weighs probably 285 to 300 lbs and he’s solid.”

A wide beaming smile spreads across his face when he sees me. “What are you doing here?” I ask. “I came to talk to you.” Jaidyn answers. “Um, ok let’s go around back,” I tell him. “Lead the way beautiful.” He replies. We walk around to the back of the cafe. There is a private yard that only employees are allowed to use. When we get back there he turns to face me. I still can’t figure out why he is here. I haven’t heard from him since that day. Damn is he sexy as hell? I am just realizing how tall he is. I barely come up to his shoulders. He has to be like 6’4” to my 5’2”. I literally have to look up to look at his face. Which I could stare at for hours. With the sunlight behind

*Edited Breanna's POV She noticed a jar of chocolate chip cookies on the top cabinet and reached to grab it, but the house was clearly made for tall people, because even on her tippy toes, she still didn't reach. "You're so small." He side stepped her and grabbed the jar, she let out a sharp breath at his bluntness. "I'm a whooping 5'7." She stood tall, but he didn't seem impressed. "I'm 6'6." He said with a clear face. Breanna's mouth dropped to the floor. She saw his lip twitched trying to hide his smile.

I'm so sexually frustrated, and I'm a freaking virgin! "Take it easy," Courtney comments from her corner. The taller woman is already done milking her cow and is currently slipping into the jacket Antonio bought her. I don't know when he started treating her nicely, but curly locks cascade from Courtney's head, and she looks absolutely gorgeous. I actually think she is wearing perfume too, but I could be mistaken since I've been snotty all morning—damn pollen. "Did Antonio really buy you that jacket?" I ask. Courtney smiles and spins around. The jacket is hugging her in the right places, and once the zipper is closed, it will probably make breast pop and give this mystery man quite the view.

Maybe it's his position, he knows how powerful he is and wielded that power into his persona. He is 6.3' or 6.4' in height. I can see his biceps flexing as he changes mobile to another ear. He is not bulky like rock nor thin like a swimmer. He is just right. I never thought a beard would go well with a suit, but he pulls it off. It's like his small rebellion against being suit perfect.

I never expected to be accepted as one of the Hot Shot members when I applied for senior year. I had the physical ability and the appearance to join, but not the height. I'm 5 feet 2 inches, and I fear it would have hindered me since I wasn't as tall as the members. I'm glad my height didn't ruin my dream.