Justin De Dios Height Novels & Stories

It was a bright Saturday morning and Jordan Duro was at his gym. When not in the field, he would be nowhere other than his gym. He is broad chested with six pack muscles on a slim waist and belly muscle. His arms were having some scars portraying he had been in some dangerous situation. Jordan is a 29 year old young man and a citizen of Newtown city. He is tall with a height of 6.5 inches. His long hair reached his shoulders which he tied up in a ponytail.

When Mitch and Justin entered the room, Keona rang for more tea and we settled into finalizing the plans Sasha, Keona, and I had already begun. Justin was a little on the small side for a man. I’d guess him at about five feet six inches. His silver-gray hair was worn slicked back. Blue eyes danced and sparkled below perfectly shaped brows and a high forehead. He was lean, but muscular. He radiated power, danger, strength and…life. He glowed with life. His toothy smile was infectious.

He didn’t act disrespectful or immaturely towards others, and a lot of the girls in school loved that; especially the staff. He wooed everyone with his charming smile, green eyes, and dark brown wavy hair. He was six feet tall and used it to his advantage. He played basketball, volleyball, track, soccer, and is the school’s quarterback on the football team. We made it to the championship and the game is next week. Joe Bandit was not the type of tall man that was scrawny. No, he was tall and very well built.

He is gorgeous and really does look heaven sent. He’s probably around six foot one and has short dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. He is wearing dark jeans and a black long sleeve shirt but you can tell his body was probably hand chiseled by the Goddess herself and equally tattooed. He makes Colin look like a little boy. I relax my stance and fumble with my fingers suddenly very nervous around him not knowing what he is thinking.

Is his simple reply. I raise my head to glare at me, but the height difference puts me at a great disadvantage. Santino is a very tall man, standing at 6'5. He pushes me away from him with a very disgusted look on his face like he touched the most filthy thing in his life. This is the most expression he has ever shown me. “ The next time you try something like that, I won't be so forgiving.”

And he was too much to take. He was wearing a black-colored suit with a white shirt that did nothing to hide his bulky chest. He stood more than a foot taller than me, at 6’4 to my 5’2. And Goddess! The way his black, shiny hair fell was perfect to complement his chiseled face. He has rough stubble on his chin, and all I wanted to do was run my fingers against it. Goddess, you have blessed me so much. How was I mated with this perfect man?

Thank the Goddess! He is about six feet tall, a solid 180lbs or so, wavy black hair and very tanned skin. A sky fairy, born of the sun like Orion. He certainly spends a lot of time in the gym. He is always running on the property in just shorts, no matter the weather, wanting everyone to know he takes his fitness seriously. He haa a slight accent, some type of Mediterrean but I don’t think I ever bothered to ask. “Leonard, do you have a moment,” I say, keeping a straight face. He needs to know this isn’t a social call but I think any interaction I give him may lead him to believe that. Wellll it IS the middle of the night!

She had a brain and one beautiful body to go with it. Josh was taller than most men. He knew that as well. At close to six and a half feet, he often had to look down at other men. He had been advantaged in life, and he knew it as well. He never let that go to his head. It just made him want more in life.

The atmosphere felt like an interview, and I almost felt bad for the freshman I’d brought in, the way Adrian was grilling him. I poked Adrian’s side. He scratched the back of his neck, looking sheepish. “Well, that height’s not common. If he’s got the athleticism, he could start right away.” Of course. 194 cm isn’t exactly average. He’s practically a giant on the court, so I get why he’s excited, but if he’s this intense from the start, the kid might struggle to adjust. Compared to Arth, I’m small, and even I was basically dragged into the team.

Elijah pleaded in a not sincere manner. It was like he was stylishly sending the message to his guest that he had the advantage in this situation and I think his guest understood the message. Getting up majestically from his seat I was left stunned at the sight I was beholding. I didn't expect he could look even more appealing than he already is but I was so wrong. He looked even more handsome standing upright as I got to behold his full glory. He has the physique of a god. Standing about 6ft5- he towered above everyone in the room and he had this slender but masculine frame that could make any lady drool and I wasn't exempted from the list.