Joseph Morgan Height Novels & Stories

They hung out in the yard for a little while longer when suddenly, there was a commotion at the entrance. The boss came in, leading a tall guy in a baseball cap. He was around six feet with a slim build. Sophia's eyes darted over, full of curiosity. If Ronald was out fetching Heartless Rogue, then this had to be Morgan! Morgan stepped forward, whipped off his cap, and yanked down his mask to flash a dazzling grin. He was drop-dead gorgeous, with a kind of beauty that made you do a double-take, and his eyes were like something out of an old painting—sharp and upturned, just like a nobleman from the past.

I snapped, coldly staring up at my brother who now rose from the sofa, approaching me. I was tall, standing at 5 feet 11, yet I felt small in comparison to his 6 feet 7. His long, straight hair that fell below his shoulders contained two small braids, leaving the rest open. His intricate gold crown sat upon his head. "Remember that I am your king, Morgana." "And remember that you have a child on the way, and a wife." I replied quietly. It wasn’t odd for a king to have many women, but those were women of the court who were classed as his mistresses, but messing around with the servants and any random woman was wrong. I felt sorry for his queen.

His perceptiveness always left me impressed. I nodded. “He had some history with my grandmother. Or maybe he just hated that she was a witch.” “That’s strange, because the Josh I know is someone who loves researching witchcraft; he finds witches fascinating. For him to hate your grandmother enough to...” “Bill, shut up,” Akai nudged Bill’s arm. We stepped aside, hands clasped behind our backs to make way for the man stepping out of the car. Josh Morgan. His hair was flecked with silver, he had no mate, yet he still looked healthy and powerful. He wore dark sunglasses that obscured his eyes. He looked straight ahead, not glancing at us as he passed.

I let out in a panicked whisper, unable to find my voice as he easily spun me around to face him. I looked up at his tall stature, craning my neck to look into his eyes. I was no short woman, in fact that is what made me so famous: it was my height. I stood at 1.79 metres and towered over most of the people, but compared to Master Abigor, I seemed so short. I reached by his shoulder, in fact, I believe just below the height of his shoulders. It made him all the more threatening.

Raising my head, I squinted my eyes as I saw two of Mr Thwane Clark's henchmen tying Josephine up in chains. Her voice was tremulous, I could hear her heart throbbing loudly from where I stood. "Let her go…" I tried to move my hands but I realized I was tied up in reinforced chains. "Max Berkeley… works at MetapleX… the chief Tech. officer… your resume is impressive." Mr Thwane Clark's voice is hoarse. Looking at him I could only see the devil in a luxury tuxedo. "You know, for a drug dealer, a trafficker of young girls, you sure look pretty." My voice Ortund.

I answer her nervously. "Wow, it's beautiful. You're so pretty." She says with a cute smile showing off her dimples. "Hi I'm Lexi..." She reaches her arm out and I grab it giving her a handshake. "Are you new here?" She asks. "Yes I am.. I'm Morgana.." I say to her with a light smile. "Oh, Well, welcome to Baxton High. The best high school in town. You made a good choice coming here. We have the best food and the best teachers and the best boys too..." She says with a grin showing off her perfectly white teeth.

A towering and hulking warrior stepped forth. The village champion said something with a lot of zeal and the rest of his Slayer buddies whooped. They started chanting the warrior’s name and soon everyone else joined in: “Magnar! Magnar! Magnar!” Temujin swallowed though his throat was dry. “OK, that could’ve gone better,” Aki told Temujin out of the side of her mouth while her anxious eyes scanned the muscle-bound Hercules. “How tall do you think he is?” Temujin asked. “Seven feet six inches,” Aki answered, unable to take her eyes off Magnar.

I follow behind and peak over his shoulder when he opens the door and Joseph is stood there wearing his own leather trousers and a bare chest. He has dark brown hair and a very built body. He must be at least 6 foot tall with long legs and broad shoulders. My eyes drift up his tanned chest and to his very sculpted face. He has a straight nose and high cheekbones that can only be described as gorgeous. And I get to submit to him. "Hey Nathan," he greets in a deep voice and hugs daddy briefly. Then his gaze settles on me and he smiles, showing white teeth that must have cost a fortune in dental work.

She is beautiful. "Damn, you are blessed with genes that make you look super hot, just like your brother," Naomi winked with mischief. Iris and Tasha giggled at her antics. It's funny how Naomi never hides how much she likes Adam. ....... In the Morgan residence, which is a typical Italian-style home, but big enough to host 100 guests. James Morgan, father of Naomi Morgan and the President of the Morgan group, has a short, stout personality. But he is a shark in the business world. He runs a gemstones business, so his keen interest is in tying up the IRIS group.

Charles Bishop watched the young man approaching him, full of admiration. "The military really does make a difference — he must be at least 1.9 meters, look at that build!" Seth Rollins smiled. "Uncle, I'm not that tall — just over 1.8 meters." Charles Bishop chuckled. "That's the perfect height. Truly a fine young man — impressive, very impressive." After all, he'd watched the boy grow up, and Charles Bishop had always been fond of Seth Rollins.