Novel & Cerita Malachi Barton Height

Mine to wield. Footsteps crunched outside, heavy and deliberate. The flap lifted, and Malachi ducked inside, his massive frame filling the space. Towering over her at nearly seven feet, his body was a map of scars and sinew, black hair tied back to reveal sharp cheekbones and eyes like polished obsidian. He wore only loose pants of hide, his bare chest gleaming with a faint sheen of sweat from whatever predawn exertions he'd been about. In his hand, he held a strip of dried meat and a waterskin.

We spread them across the living room floor like confetti waiting to happen. Lila was at her tutor’s for another hour, so it was just us. Malachi sat cross-legged on the rug—suit jacket off, tie gone, sleeves rolled higher—in a way I’d never seen him before. He looked almost… human. I tied off a bright pink one and tossed it at him. It bounced off his chest. He caught it before it hit the floor. Raised an eyebrow. “Really?” “Really.” He blew up the next one—cheeks puffing out, looking ridiculous and unfairly attractive at the same time. When it was full, he pinched the end and held it out to me.

I have other candidates to meet. Mr Belmontt rises from his chair and reaches out to me. I can see the size of it and I feel like a dwarf, I do not consider myself low, I am average with my 1.68 and this man must be at least 1.92. I stand up and shake his hand, his grip is firm and makes me a little uncomfortable, nods in farewell and leaves the room that seems a little smaller now. I pass by Anastasia and receive a friendly smile that makes me like her even more, seems to be a good person.

They scratched their black hair, occasionally holding back laughter as Moloch spoke. Molakar, Jahkar's brother, wore much thicker armor. While Jahkar had a slim frame, Molakar looked more like Baal. He towered over his leader, being 7'6" tall. His appearance was more like a mass of black metal than a demon. The only parts of his body that stuck out were the palms of his hands, and the horns from his helmet, with even his face being fully covered by a helmet.

I tell him insistently. He shrugs. "I was planning on eliminating her anyway." Malik wanders around my room carelessly after I had turned the lights switch. He looked strange in such an insignificant environment, as if he belongs somewhere suited more to his title. He even seems almost too tall for this room, the top of his head skimming the ceiling. "Why?" I question, even though the question seems stupid coming out of my mouth.

Malachi was a quiet, withdrawn boy and he preferred to read rather than to fight. When Malachi had his resurrection on his sixteenth birthday, his healing kicked in and that awakened a different kind of torture that awaited him. Most days Malachi would be tied to that tree and hit with a whip until his legs gave out. The lacerations on his back would bleed and every time it took the man longer to stop.

I blurt out and all eyes turn to me, Including Amanda who is standing beside me, "you have made the plans you want but you have not asked for my opinion yet. I do not wish to get married to him" "Tamika, you- "Choice stopped being part of this the moment I walked in here princess," Malachi interrupts my father as he pulls his huge body off the couch. He is even taller than I had thought, over 6ft. "You and I are a done deal already, princess" he adds. Now he is standing face to face with me, his eyes peering deep into mine. He looks like he wants to snatch my soul and shatter it into a million pieces. There is something about him that unsettles me so badly—I want to run away.

He stood proudly in an estimate of six-foot-three to six-foot-five. Diane backs away, the realization hitting her speechless. Mate, She thought.

TALIA’S POV I blinked, convinced my brain was malfunctioning. Because what was I seeing? Honestly, I couldn’t decide if it was horrifying or the exact opposite. Maxton stood there. Six foot three. Completely, unapologetically naked. His body looked like it had been sculpted on purpose, every muscle landing exactly where it should. I tried not to look but my eyes betrayed me, dropping lower until I landed on...yeah. That thing… Not even hard, but huge!!!

“I know you do.” That was the end of that conversation. Malachi at least had the decency to look slightly apologetic as he fell into step beside me on the path to the village. He was a few years younger than Jareth, lean and sharp-eyed, with an irreverence he mostly kept contained in Jareth’s presence and let out in small careful increments around me. He had opinions about the chickens. He had opinions about most things, delivered in the dry understated manner of a man who had learned that the best jokes were the ones that looked like straight-faced observations.