Josh Emmett Height Novels & Stories

Her gaze followed mine and she tilted her ankle to have a better view of the heel, “I think three inches, maybe four?” She’s practically a model with her height and her curves. No matter the height of the heels, she was still taller than 5’ 7” which means that she had insanely long legs that would make my design even sexier. I couldn’t help the smile, and Emma’s eyebrows drew together as she looked at me. She broke eye contact first by glancing behind me at what I was sketching. I let my hand travel behind me and quickly close the cover of the sketchpad. Emma sighed in disappointment at my gesture and met my eyes again.

"No. I would rather stand." "Hey, sit down I said" Joshua glances over at Tiffany. Tiffany shakes her head. "These poor guys do not know whom they are dealing with.' Joshua, only ten years old, knew how to handle himself when it came time. He had a mafia tattoo with a dagger to his heart. Joshua is 6.7 feet tall and has short hair, light skin, and green eyes; his T-Shirt covered the MAFIA tattoo. He looked at the twenty-eight and American.

She did not expect Josh to arrive around the same time as she did. Charity had always come across that national athlete on her phone. However, he exuded a stronger aura in person. He was 1.9 meters tall and had extremely long legs. His sports attire could not conceal his youthfulness, vitality, and his muscular upper body. Above that was his good-looking face with sunglasses on. He really did look cool and handsome. He was certainly these young women’s cup of tea these days. Charity was momentarily stunned. She was recently surrounded by people like Max and Chester, who were not the outgoing and youthful sort.

The aroma of the roses was refreshing. Sebastian quickly climbed out of the car as King Emmet and his mate Hartley walked out of the castle. I bowed my head, “King Emmet, Queen Hartley, thank you for allowing me to visit.” Emmet was around six foot, four inches and his mate had to stand tall, around six foot herself. I thought that I was tall at five-ten, but she towered over me.

Joseph's POV: "Hello, Emma, what are you doing here?" I asked Emma as she wore a cream-colored dress that perfectly accentuated her shape. She was slim-figured, tall, and sexier than Amaka. While Amaka was fair-skinned and of average height, Emma was a model, so she had that slender body and an hourglass shape. Although Emma Clement had used surgery to enhance her shape, she was light-skinned too. "I came to have fun as today is Sunday. Honestly, Joseph, I missed you and the fun we had," she said, taking a step closer to me as I got out of my car.

He looks really tall, much taller than Danny, maybe about 6 feet and 1 inch. Besides Hazi, there was that kid with the glasses whose name is Simon Bautista. His hair is covering his forehead now, and he has these round eyes underneath the vintage and round glasses. It is symmetrical with his square, rectangular face. He smirked a little at Justin that made him look away.

I casually made conversation as I pulled the pints. "Yes I guess so." He murmured "You guess?" I raised my eyebrow. "It's complicated." He smiled but looked a little uncomfortable. "I'm Emmett Sinclair" he added holding out a hand. I took in his striking appearance he had smoldering good looks, his dark brown hair was slightly curly and flopped over his forehead. His muscles strained against his shirt and I imagined his chiseled six pack beneath the fabric. He raised an eyebrow as I dragged my eyes off his body and felt a blush spread over my cheeks. He looked down at me from his looming tall height a small smirk played on his lips as I scrambled to regain my composure.

“I bet you couldn’t guard a fly.” Before he could say another word; Katrina sweeps Bartholomew’s legs from under him, causing him to land flat on his back. “Never underestimate the ability of someone because of their size” Katrina spits, standing over Bartholomew. “I may be small; I can still kick your ass.” Laughing; “I couldn’t handle that better myself” Emmett says to Katrina before giving Simone a kiss. “I’ll be in my office if you need anything” he adds, heading for the elevator.

I growl low in my chest, and she smirks. “You shouldn’t treat me with kid gloves, Joshua. I’m stronger than I look. Is that why you don’t train with me hard?” “I’m almost six and a half feet tall, Jordyn. I don’t want to hurt you.” I said, stating the obvious. She scoffed, “I’ve dealt with men taller than you, Joshua.” I growl low in my chest again, “Are you trying to make me jealous, spitfire?” She grinned, “Is it working?”

Well, I’ll start off by telling you a little bit about myself. My name is Josh and I'm 22 years old. I'm about 6 foot 1, 190 pounds, dark brown hair, brown eyes, an athletic body, and a nice thick 8-inch dick. I'm just your normal average working guy with a decent job making 18 dollars an hour. I have more than enough girls that liked me and if I played my cards right I could maybe get any girl I wanted. Not to brag about myself or anything, just making a point so nobody thinks I'm some ugly nerd sitting around myhouse all day. Lol.