Malachi Barton Height Novels & Stories

'Malac' slapped Luca on the back as they broke apart. Luca turned to Alissa. “Malachi, this is Alissa, the young lady I spoke to you about, Alissa, this is Malachi McBayn.” Alissa had to crane her neck to look at him. Malachi extended his hand to her, she shook it. His hands were rough and calloused. A neatly trimmed beard led to his dark ginger hair which fell to just below his shoulders. He looked to be in his late twenties, his friendly blue eyes met hers. “You are as bonnie as he said, it's lovely to meet ya, Alissa,” he said.

"Little jumpy there." "I hate sudden loud noises." "Well then I guess I know where you daughter gets it" Chuck said with a gwaff Mackayla shot him a look. Chuck was an okay looking man a little fluffy at 5' 10" 200 lbs., he had gray blonde hair and soft blue eyes.

Everyone is on edge, which is scary, considering that the room is packed with professional killers. Finally, Hunter straightens out his t-shirt, wipes his bloody nose with his scraped knuckles, and pulls Mal into his arms. Mal clings to him, her head resting on his shoulder as soft tears glide down her eyes. She looks fragile in his arms. I never realized how tall Hunter was until that moment. He’s at least three inches over six feet, which would put him at the same height as most of the other men. I guess I don’t consider him in the same league as the others due to his slimmer build and boyish looks. In comparison, the other men seem hardened and cynical─exuding the dangerous vibe that come

He is around 6'2", with caramel skin and amber eyes. His biceps bulge against his black suit, and his dark-brown, curly hair has just the right amount of tousle. A medium stubble surrounds his full lips, giving him a clean but mature look. "Uh, hi, who are you?" I ask, trying not to sound too eager. He extends his hand, and I shake it. I hope he can't see that I'm drooling—or at least I feel like I am. The alcohol in my system is wearing off, but this gorgeous man has me feeling lightheaded again. He smiles brilliantly, revealing white, perfect teeth. "Hi, I'm Malcom."

“So what is it, my kitten?” Malcolm lifts the girl from the chair and pulls her close to his chest. He is nearly 1 meter 9 and Mia is only 1 meter 6. Mia leans her head on his chest reluctantly, listening to the man's faster and faster heartbeat. The boy's purple-blue hair hangs half-heartedly under the light. Malcolm runs his fingers through Mia's bouncy locks, and the girl shrinks back in surprise. The man sees this and smiles. "Why don't you dodge or push me away like usual?"

While i go to Tieran to go sign a loan in my name. We share a hug before we leave the room and again, i feel shocked, because right out there is Malachi. Bridget stutters for a quick second, something i see in the way her breathing stops. She can hate Malachi all she wants, but he’s still one of the most intimidating men she’s ever seen. He still stands an intimidating amount of tall, with the broad shoulders and perfect look he’s curated over the years. His aura is still a natural deterrent, and now that he sets his eyes on Bridget, they’re an angy glare…

Malachi asks, and I shiver under the cold of his stare. “N…no. Why?” I can feel my heart about to leap from my chest. “Sarah Wellspring, would you like to be fucked by us?” My eyes widen. “Like all three of you?” “We never have it any other way.” The rumors are definitely true then. Gosh! They all want me, but should they? I mean, I’m their best friend’s little sister and I’m not supposed to be hot, right? “If you’re wondering why…” Malachi says as he rises to his feet. I watch in silence as he covers the distance between us. He towers above me. He’s nothing less than a foot and 2 inches taller than me, and I’m 5’6.

LATER THAT NIGHT Malik is tall, handsome, and also haughty-looking at the same time, his angular face seemed designed to intimidate, and as much as you’d have guessed, he was ripped and well-built with muscles bulging out of every possible part of his body. Scanning him from head to toe, his probable height, 6’2, isn’t a far cry from mine, as I’m, a 5’5. His big blue eyes seem to pierce my soul every time, he stares at me. The party was over, and I accompanied him to his room.

He held my face in his hands and looked into my eyes. ‘Why me though?’ I asked him, pouting. He tipped his head sideways in confusion. ‘What do you mean, Zayka?’ ‘Why me and not some other prettier girl?’ His eyebrows shoot up in astonishment. ‘Seriously? You are the most beautiful girl here, Malyshka. And you’re also smart, funny, and I’m pretty sure you can cook’ He added in amusement. ‘You know I could ask you the same thing. Why me and not Lyosha or Misha? I hear Misha is quite a catch’’ He finishes wiggling his eyebrows. I snorted at this. Misha was good looking enough, but he also looked like he was 16. He was gangly and awkward at times, I doubted he was older than 19.

“I am not going anywhere.” “Gosh, you're more stubborn than a goat. I want to be alone, Marcus. What part of wanting to be alone do you not understand?” I try pushing him out of my apartment, but he doesn't budge. He's built in a way that no one can push him around, both physically and metaphorically. And a physique like his is birthed from his daily visits to the gym. A height of 174cm, he has to make up for his short height by adding on muscles. When I can't move him, I give up.