Justin De Dios Height Novels & Stories

Angie pushes his shoulder. Raymond has grown up to be very tall. He is 6’ 4” with dark black hair, brown eyes, brown skin, and muscles. So many, many muscles. Justin, or Jay, has grown up too, 6’ 1” black boyband hair, green eyes, and a chin that could cut cheese. He is built like my Uncle Matthew. He is a lot stronger than he looks. Ryan hasn’t grown much, he and I are the same height, 5’ 11”. He has blonde boyband hair, blue eyes and like I said, he is flaming.

His nickname is cute, it perfectly suit for him. "Can I call you shorty? You are under Disero's shoulder. What is your height?" Out of nowhere, Leim asked. It earns a pout and glare from Dhaxzy. He is no scary with this, he is so appealing for us to not be scared on his glare. I am busy admiring his appearance. Those cheeks are begging for me to pinch them both. " No. I am not shorty and my height is 158 cm." He proudly said and pouted. I chuckled when he revealed his height. He literally the smallest among all of us. So, this is his height. He is literally under my shoulder.

***This contains a bit of erotism. Please you can skip if you're a minor**** Justin drove to his fiancee's place. It's been days since he last saw her. Linda is Justin's mate and his fiancee. They were lucky to find each when they were teenagers. At Justin's first shift, he found his mate Linda and they've been together ever since. Linda is about 155cm in height with a petite figure. She had a close set eyes with a round small lips. She's very fair, fairer than Justin and can best be described as having white skin. She has a slightly large hips and a long dark hair.

Since I’d never seen his face clearly, I felt my jaw drop. Who are these guys? They are so tall (I found out later that Damian was 1.88m tall, and Rai was 1.82m tall). And oh-my-Gawd, the vision of them walking toward me was a sight to behold. Long legs, lean muscular bodies with to-die-for facial features.

Justin furrowed his eyebrows as she explained that. "And look at you, you have the looks," Ms. Santiago added. Justin smiled quietly. Justin Ramos has tousled hair that he covers on his forehead. His hazel and lambent eyes, prominent nose, and his bold lips that are sexier than usual made the girls from the other faculty swoon over him. But Mr. Ramos is not in love. He stands about 5 feet and 8 inches, making him the tallest of the 6th-grade teachers at Jacob's Elementary School. He shaved his beard earlier in the morning, revealing his fair share of his chiseled jawline that his mother always nagged and said that it got it from his father.

Justin cut him off, his calm demeanor was meant to rattle Aiden who was clearly unnerved, “I intend to get you back on that.” “Glad to see the CEO can’t take a punch and stay down with it.” Justin mused, “Ask Gianna. I could take you if I wanted to, she knows that.” He wasn’t lying. At Six-foot two and ten inches, Justin was a tall man. The years had been hard on him, which was why he was on the lankier side but a few weeks in the gym would get him back in shape. He was a two time taekwondo champion in his teen years, the talent still remained years into adulthood.

I'm tall, so of course, my kid would be tall as well," he said, pausing to gaze at Stella. Justin was 180 cm in height, which was quite decent for a man. Out of nowhere, Bryce interrupted him and replied, “My mom is tall too. She’s 170 cm. Everyone said that I’m tall like her.” The minute he finished his words, tension immediately filled the dining table. Justin's grin faded, and he looked at Bryce with a perplexing expression that appeared to be warning him. Bryce avoided his gaze and lowered his head. Only Stella seemed to not realize what was going on.

"Dion, it's wonderful to have you here." His 6"5 frame towered over me as he offered me his hand. I took his hand, feeling the warmth and strength in his grip.

"His name is Justin. He is living in a condo. I can text him right now to meet us in the bar. Just say a word!" "Of course. Tell him that I am single and ready to mingle. Can you please tell me something more about him?" "What do you want to know? Physical appearance or hobby?" Hailey asked. "Both!" "His height is 6 feet like the very typical Americans. He has a nice body because he is a gym-goer. In fact, he's the one who encouraged me to be physically fit!" I rubbed my head. "He can definitely lift me with one arm. My height is only 4.8 feet if you ask me!"

He stopped right in front of me, towering over me like a god. “Run.” I blurted out, my throat tightened and my tongue twisted to the wall of my mouth. “Yes. You run.” He leaned forward, our faces inches away. It was unfair for God to give such a dangerous man like Vincenzo De Luca a face card that can never be declined. I had thought he would turn out to be a man with a scarred face and a height of 6 '9, but I was entirely wrong. Vincenzo is taller than I was and if my calculation wasn’t wrong, he had a height of 6 '4 with a sharp impeccable jawline. He had smooth, black hair combed back, held in place with probably mousse.