Josh Emmett Height Novels & Stories

"Hello, sir. I'm here to pick up Emily." He smiles. "Of course, River come on in." He claps my arm and grabs my shoulder. Laughing at my awkwardness. Emily's family is all on the smaller side of the shifter height chart. I tower over her father by at least a foot. Emily's a few inches shorter than him. Ken walks to the bottom of the stairs. "Emily....River's here." He yells up.

I managed to get Jett on his back when I did that. “You’re bigger than Jett.” I commented. “Yeah. I am, but that doesn’t mean anything. Not to you. You’ve got really long legs. How tall are you?” He asked. “6 feet.” I say. “Yeah. I think you might be able to do it.” He says. “I can try. You’ve got more muscle as well. There will have to be a lot more weight that my legs have to support.” I say. “Give it a go.” He says.

Josey said standing and heading to the sink to help her sister with dishes. “Okay, okay, I’ll avoid the guy. But tell me, honestly, is he as dreamy as Agatha says he is?” Emily's giggle brought a giggle out of Josey. “I can definitely say he works out! As far as his looks, he’s not like super handsome or anything. Just, I don't know, average?” Josey said shrugging her shoulders.

They were barefooted before anyway. Justin hated it because it made him look immature. He was the oldest and wearing it lessened him to the others but it was clear he was older because there was a height difference between the three. Miles was slightly taller than Alex by just an inch while Justin was taller than Miles about four inches which is equivalent to five inches taller than Alex. The door opened, revealing a well dressed Josh. He was wearing a free white T-shirt, white sweatpants, and a pair of white sneakers. So much white.

James asked her when he noticed that she had fallen into a daze. “How tall are you?” she asked, as she found it hard to guess his height. “203cm,” James answered simply, and an amused smile played on his lips when she almost choked on her spit. “You are more than two meters tall?” she asked incredulously and James had to do everything not to laugh. He still needed to maintain his dignity as her boss!

"Yeah, except you never go out of your way to talk to Randy. I don't believe you, so you're not off the hook. Just so you know." Jackson frowned, sighing loudly as his hand snatched hers into his palm. The skin tingly where he touched. She wondered if she'd ever get used to the feeling. Did she even want to? "Alright, alright. I got it, I got it. Now lighten up, we still have a guest ya know. He's about 6 feet tall, really needs to stop going to the gym and making the rest of us eligible bachelors look bad." Joshua cut in, amused. "You're just mad I could bench press you. Probably thirty times."

He had no shirt on, only black gym shorts, and it’s six in the evening. Josh is not small, so when I say he is my little brother, I only speak of age. For only being sixteen, he is taller and muscular in every place you can imagine. It wasn’t bodybuilder muscular, more lean rather than broad. I honestly don’t know why, because I see him do a whole lot of nothing. When he looks up to see mom, you wouldn’t be able to tell he acknowledged her presence, he acted as if she wasn’t there, he refuses to even notice her existence at all anymore.

It's fucked up. Small footsteps approach me, and I turn around to see Emilie standing behind me with her red hair cocooned in the towel she arrived with while the new one is wrapped around her body. She is so small - probably only 5'0 - that the fabric eats her alive. Does she suffer from dwarfism, too? Or maybe it just feels that way since I'm huge. I'm 6'6—the perfect height for an offensive lineman. And yes, I play football even though my family hates it.

"Likewise," Josh withdraws his hand, and then he says something that I don't find that friendly. "I thought you would be taller." "Oh," I'm not sure how to respond to that. "You did?" Is there anything clever to say in this situation? "Yeah..." Josh grins. "Robin is six-foot-five, and you're what? Five-foot-four, or something?" he whistles. "How do you walk after you guys have sex, because damn—"