Jude Law 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."

But it did dry my tears faster. “Are you sure it’s all good? We can go?” Joel asked. They were all tall, but he took it to another level at six feet eleven inches. Joel used to play basketball in a national team. But even he said he could be so tall among men here, but he could never be taller than the average American Joe. He decided to shoot his balls in the boardroom.

Clicked his tongue while going to stand in front of his mirror. “Suggest something more soothing and more seductive than that. I will wait.” Rosita allowed a smile to part through her smile as she cuddled up herself with the duvet, and for the first time in a long time, she sat, admiring Jude. Jude wasn't more facially and physically appealing than Eugene, but he had a more built and masculine stature than Eugene. Jude Was taller. He had a broad shoulder of a gym enthusiast, even though he wasn't much of a dedicated gym goer, but he had this athletic built-up body that was likened to one who spends his whole life lifting the dumbbell.

He was towering, six-four at least—a lean but solid jet-black-haired skyscraper of a man with deep blue eyes shielded by glasses that only made him look more like a gorgeous predator. I took an involuntary step back, Summer bumping into my legs. Is it even legal to be that tall? Was he built in a lab specifically designed to make average-sized humans feel like garden gnomes? Lionel’s gaze didn’t waver. He tilted his head slightly, the light catching the rim of his glasses. His voice was a husky, smooth rumble that felt like it belonged in a whiskey commercial. “You're a lot smaller in person,” he said quietly, almost like an observation.

Was that radiant, charming smile on his face meant for me? His dark brown hair was short, styled in a modern cut, neatly combed but with a smoothness that hinted at the slight curls I’d seen in some photos. His eyes were grayish, though they looked light brown in pictures. I liked them better in person—no, I loved them. His gaze was expressive, almost gentle. He was probably close to six feet tall, though next to Dad, everyone seemed short. His Stuart Hughes suit was clearly tailored, and a wave of heat washed over me as I imagined what lay beneath all that fabric.

Everything about that house screamed money. The maid of honor helped her out of the car as they walked towards her parents. Sage of course was nowhere to be found. Her dad took her hand unwillingly and walked her down the aisle. Her husband to be Kendrick stood at 6'7 ft He was well built, light-skinned, and the sexiest man alive at that moment. His white suit looked gorgeous on him as his shoes sparkled when the light fell on them. Her daydreaming was short-lived when they got to the altar.

He couldn't see what she was doing. He leaned against the door frame, crossed his arms over his chest and stared at her. Sydney had a nice figure. She was 5.5 feet tall and was medium height among women. She was well-proportioned, so she looked tall and slender. Besides, Sydney had great curves. She had a slender waist and long legs. She was so beautiful that he fixed his eyes on her. Julien was looking back and forth between her waist and booty. His eyes were so deep as if everything would be sucked in. Others wouldn't have the guts to meet his gaze for long.

One look from him could make people shiver. Jayden shivered. He could not help but sit up straight, leaning against the back of the chair. He faced Edward seriously. His small movements did not escape Edward's eyes. "I heard about Mr. Smith when I was young, but I did not expect you to do so many wrong things when you are old." Edward sat down in front of Jayden and reached 1.9 meters tall. Even though he was sitting, he was still taller than Jayden. The suppression of height made Edward's aura stronger and more intimidating.

I ask knowing he will be more willing to answer that question. He stands straight to rinse his face off when I’m done, then looks back down at me with the water plastering his chestnut hair to his face. He slicks it back. “I’m 6’3”, sweetheart. "To answer your first question, I have anger issues.” He sighs, grabbing my arms and pulling me into the spray to rinse the soap from my body after washing him. Once I’m done, Jase turns around and shuts the water off. He leans his forehead and arm above his head against the tile.

This law was not only applied in the Blackfrost Kingdom but also allover Wolftopia. ‘What will she look like?’ he wondered. ‘Will she has fair skin? Or even tanned? Will she be tall? I hope she won’t be taller than me.’ He smiled a little thinking if his mate would be taller than him, he was 195 cm tall, and he couldn’t imagine any other woman could beat his height. A sudden knock on his chamber was preventing his dream about his mate became wilder. “Come in,” Jayden spoke calmly.