Kat Campbell Height Novels & Stories

RK smirked even more "Hmm, in which angle my height look like that?" "Because I think Sophia's brother and Junjun are of the same height. And when you stand with Sophia's brother, you look shorter than him, so I am sure that you would also be shorter than Junjun." She said while rolling her eyes. RK leaned a bit and said very slowly and clearly "Let me tell you shorty, though I am shorter than Aadil I am taller than your Junjun because my height is 189 cm while the height of Aadil is 192 centimeter and you remember it." He smirked.

Not when I knew there was a very high possibility of me dying. It took me about ten minutes but I made it to the territory edge. The camp stopped about 75 feet away from the actual line. I put my bag down and got down on one knee. My hands pressed down against the ground and I listened. I could feel the vibrations of the camp behind me but I could also feel how far the other camp was.

"Miss Anderson,you'd be staying in my house until you are able to leave on your own and I promise your safety is assured you don't have to feel insecure." "Ok" Camile replied "You would love the place"Elena said "What's your name tyrant father?" sigh this lady sure knows how to piss him off "Please my name is Caleb Campbell" "Ok Caleb" "Shouldn't it be Mr Campbell to you?" "No it's either Caleb or tyrant father. With nothing to refute her with he sighed and the rest of the ride home was silent.

I tried to bend over to pick up the picture frame when Kate and the male which I assume is Caleb by their conversation coming towards me. Caleb I am now assuming is her brother that saved me because they looked like siblings. Both had beautiful blonde hair of course Kate’s was long and curly where Caleb’s was shorter and was more in waves that pushed back away from his face. Kate was about five foot seven where Caleb towered over her having to be well over six foot. I took in his masculine build thinking he must work out five times a day to have a physique that looks like that. My heart began to pick up as he neared me, and I lowered my head still trying to pick up the frame.

He was actually as intimidating as Zayn. He appeared to have a skinny figure, but he was very tall. He stood at an astonishing height of 1.9 meters and that was why he appeared so skinny. Moreover, he ranked eighth on the Olympian list and had defeated quite a number of highly skilled fighters in his life. In his eyes, Zayn was just an amateur.

"I hope we didn't keep you waiting for too long, Mr Smith?" He looked up at her face. "A little." He said, and then he stood up. This man had to be at least 6'3 Katherine Cooper thought. She was 5'11, a height that towered high above most women and even some men nowadays, and yet compared to him, she felt petite. "Shall we?"

“Jesus, Rem. You’re as bad as Aunt Genevieve. I can’t take him anywhere, I swear.” A large shadow fell across the table. Sky looked up, expecting to see Kade, but Cam McKay hovered over her. The man was huge; he had to be at least six-foot-five. His shoulders were damn near as wide as the picnic table, yet not an ounce of fat clung to his enormous biceps and flat stomach. With his buzz haircut, camouflage pants and tight T-shirt, he epitomized the lean, mean, fighting machine depicted in the army ads on TV. “Pull up a chair, Cam,” Chet said.

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

There is no getting away from him now. While I hate to admit it, I have always found Damon attractive, but something changed during his time at camp. He has gotten taller, probably 6'7" now, which is tall even by Alpha standards. He is still lean, but his muscles have filled out, becoming more defined, and he has a sleeve tattoo on his right arm going up the side of his neck. I can see him stiffen and then turn, searching for me; as if our eyes are magnets, his blue orbs find green ones almost instantly, and I feel the air leave my lungs.

“This is such a pleasant surprise, could I offer you anything to drink?” “Oh, no,” he chuckled. Standing at 5’6, Mr. Campbell was a buff man who was dark in complexion. He was the one who governed the NGO that she followed to Jamaica and he was very friendly. “You must have dropped ya’ purse,” He shook his head, tutting his lips as he pulled it out of his backpack. “I have always told you to be more careful with your belongings.” He said sternly, his Jamaican accent seeping out through his words already. “I appreciate you,” She smiled sheepishly, thanking him. Lord knows where she’d be without Mr. Campbell’s help. “Don’t call me uncle, you’re making me feel old.” He teased, laughing heartily