Lev Cameron Height Novels & Stories

“But the license checked out?” Conner asked. “Yeah, DMV confirmed it was a Camaro, registered for the last four years to one Peter Weber, 35 years old, six-foot-three, two hundred twenty pounds.” Plenty big enough to hold Christy DeMars upside down, Conner thought.

"I see what you're doing there. Don't even think for a second that you'll be able to escape me that easily." Yvette Macklemore, Yve, a total sweet heart. Your classic black rainbow lollipop, with a bit of sourness: sweet, and feisty - just his type o' gal –light caramel skin, black hair with pink highlights at the sides, 5feet6, who still argues that she's still the tallest of them both. She can be too fucking cheerful, it's nauseating. McCleron made certainty to avoid her in public, with enough fortification to tune her out long enough when they are together.

He halted and bowed his head. “Alpha”, he greeted. Damon nodded. At 6’6, Damon was a bit taller than he was. Noir lifted his head and looked at Damon. He looked shaken. Noir knew if he asked, Damon won’t say answer him, he’d get a shake of a head at most.

With grimace, Celine followed him on the way to their office. As soon as the door opened, they saw a guy inside. His hair is black, as well as his rounded small eyes. His skin is so white, so fair, as if he bathed in a pool of milk before coming out under the bright sun. His height is about 164cm and because Celine is wearing heels, she appeared to look taller than him. When Celine recognized the unexpected guest, she gasped in excitement. “Oh my g-! Aren’t you R-Reporter Lee?!” she exclaimed and went closer while trembling. “I am a big fan of yours!"

Jeremy Davis just finished a historic college career at Colorado, winning awards and winning back-to-back national championships in his Junior and Senior years. Jeremy was the most prized collegiate player heading into the NAFL, North American Football League; every team wanted him for various reasons due to his unselfish play, being a great teammate, making everyone feel included, his drive and focus, strong arm, great legs/footwork. He was the prototypical dual-threat NAFL Quarterback standing at 6'5" and weighing 220 lbs with black wavy hair that was kinda slicked back to his shoulders, sparkling angelic blue eyes, clean cut only because he couldn't figure out what kind of facial hair he

I walked outside to spread some clothes and I ran in immediately. Laman stood on the floor, his legs shaking. He had fully shifted into a small wolf pup with blue fur. He was wagging his tail repeatedly while Leo was hailing him, clapping his hands and laughing. The shift had torn his clothes to pieces and a large piece of the crib was laying just beside him. “Laman!” I whispered, carrying him up quickly before anyone would walk past the open door and try to attack him. His little wolf form was warm and soft on my neck. Leo reached for me with his hands, his own eyes flashing

He liked her even more. Jamie groaned inwardly. Jess had already secured her position as Lucien's woman. He had no chance. Gritting his teeth, Jamie muttered, "Lucien is… Superman!" "Superman?!" Jess feigned wide-eyed shock, a mix of awe and disbelief. Lucien could hardly resist such an expression. He flexed, his body creaking like machinery, and suddenly, his already towering frame seemed to grow even larger. Two-point-two meters tall, massive and muscular like a bull!

Every step he took felt as though he was trampling on my chest. A nurse popped out of one of the wards, throwing a glare. “Decorum, please.” Fuck decorum. I continued walking towards Damien until Callum lifted me off my feet from behind. Son of a bitch! His hands wrapped tightly around my waist and no amount of trashing would make him stop. Callum was a beta, ridiculously stronger than I ever could be. He was about 6’2 and I was somewhere around 5’3, 5’4 on good days, so it was damn easy for him to haul me off like a bag of clothes.

Lucian yelled. “ I don't know, I don't know, ” Peterson replied, totally confused. Eric Damian continued to expand and transform into a fiery red monster. If you think Lucian was a monster when he transformed into that 9ft black beast I wonder what you will say Eric Damian is. Scarily Gigantic for one, standing at 15ft tall and outrageously muscular, his claws were twice that of Lucian's, extending at a staggering length of 6ft. That's the height of a full grown man!!!

Grey said, draping an arm across my shoulders. "You didn't tell us she was so short," one, a younger guy with light brown hair and crystal blue eyes, teased. He wasn't that tall, but much taller than me, standing at around 5'10. He was obviously popular with the ladies with his cocky smirk, and his careless, sloppy stance, "How tall are you? Like 5'2?" "I'm 5'0," I muttered before Grey could retaliate. "And badass. So watch your cocky ass, Damien," Grey replied back, just as arrogant, if not more, than the boy - Damien. Damien just rolled his eyes and threw a light punch to my shoulder, catching me by surprise.