Matt Cornett Height Novels & Stories

I knew exactly who that was. “So close…” I muttered to myself as I turned towards the voice. “Oh hey, Matt. What’s up?” I started to walk backward, praying that maybe he would get the idea that I didn’t want to talk. “Have you seen Harriet?” Matt sheepishly grinned. Matt was tall with thick curly dark molasses-colored hair pushed on top of his head by a sweatband. He was strong but not really muscular. He had dull gray eyes that only held any real emotion when he had his tongue shoved down my friend’s throat.

Two traits that were foreign to Rider. Matty was six-foot-two with a muscular build. He had shaggy black hair and dimples on his cheeks. He was handsome, but unlike Conrad, he knew it. Matty was a bit of a playboy, but I didn’t mind. He was a big boy and was allowed to sleep with whomever he wanted. Our relationship was strictly in the friend zone. “Where have you been? We got here hours ago,” I asked as I finally climbed down from him.

I thought we’d be going out to eat, but apparently we were eating here. I’d never been so nervous in my life and I just hoped like hell this went by quickly. Beth’s dad came in and he towered over me, he easily had to be 6’6 or so since I was 6’2. This explained Beth’s height at about 5’9. “Hey there, I’m Matt,” he said, sticking out his hand. “Nice to meet you sir, I’m Heath,” I said shaking his hand. He let a huge laugh, moving toward Liz who was holding a glass of lemonade for him.

Was he going to lose this bet? "Claire! Aren't you going to get ready?" Matthew's voice came from inside the house. Clare immediately ran into the house and saw her eldest brother wearing a shirt. Clare had always admired Matthew, who had an ideal body, about one hundred and eighty-nine centimeters tall, with charming muscles. His face is very charming, with a sharp nose, a gaze as sharp as an eagle, and lips that look sensual. But Clare was also annoyed that Matthew's good looks made Clare barely able to go to school in peace before.

This man in front of me was a man God took his time to make. Damian Moretti was the kind of man who could silence a room with nothing more than his presence. Towering at well over six feet, he carried himself with an air of absolute control every step measured, every word deliberate. His body was built like a weapon broad shoulders, a sculpted chest.

He grabs her right arm and pulls her up to stand too. Andreitte, although with resistance, stand up. They are now facing each other. But, Andreitte needs to look up at him while he needs to look down at her. He is such a tall man of around six feet and six inches height, compared to Andreitte’s height of only five feet and seven inches. Looking at each other’s eyes, a momentary peace envelop their hearts. It was like a magical feeling but Andreitte refuses to recognize it.

I can't help but be a little snappy, all I want to do is eat and have fun with my friends. Paulette quickly agreed. "Come on Chey, let's get something to eat!" Cheyenne reluctantly concedes. "Fine let's go." I stay where I am and wait for Cheyenne to find a table she likes. Once Chey, Paulette, and Mandy are out of my way, I get a good look at the man sitting in the booth. He looked to be in his early twenties, he is definitely above 6' tall with piercing emerald eyes and black hair. He has sharp features, and I can feel an air of confidence exuding from him that has a predatory feel to it. I can tell that he is well-built under his tight shirt. He looks like a UFC fighter, and I bet he is j

Before I could reply, the very subject of our conversation made his presence known. “Nina! Enzo!” Matt’s voice echoed across the arena, filled with his characteristic exuberance. I glanced at Enzo, raising an eyebrow as we both turned to greet him. Matt, ever the athlete, was dressed in his usual campus attire—a sleeveless tee, showing off his well-defined arms, shorts, and worn-out sneakers. His hair, a mop of sleek blackness, bounced slightly as he jogged over to us with his hockey bag slung over his shoulder.

Cornel follows to help extract his bike from the hire van and Cora tries hard to suppress her giggle eyeing me up knowingly. “You got to admit, he’s cute. Handsome and tall and has a certain something, don’t you think?’ She smiles sweetly and I glare coolly. 'All I see is a six foot walking asshole.' I mutter under my breath and make an over exaggerated motion of wiping his lingering touch from head.

Maybe it's his position, he knows how powerful he is and wielded that power into his persona. He is 6.3' or 6.4' in height. I can see his biceps flexing as he changes mobile to another ear. He is not bulky like rock nor thin like a swimmer. He is just right. I never thought a beard would go well with a suit, but he pulls it off. It's like his small rebellion against being suit perfect.