Matt Cornett Height Novels & Stories

he commands. “... I’m 25, Isaac. I’m pretty sure I’ll be 5’8 forever,” Callum snorts. “Unless I’ve just been really overdue for a growth spurt. Or unless I can steal some of Matthijs’ height.” That catches the attention of their Dutch defender. He frowns, his head tilting to the side a bit like a confused dog. A very tall, very broad confused dog that was terrifying to face down on the pitch, but a dog nonetheless.

"Hey, Matty?" Belle called. "I need you to get me the madeleine pan up there." Glancing over my shoulder, I saw Belle pointing to the top shelf of one of the cabinets. I set down my knife and the carrot I'd been chopping, took three steps to the left, and reached up to grab the pan. It was a regular occurrence for me to grab things on high shelves for Belle. She'd grown as tall as she would ever get by age fourteen and stopped at only 5'1", slender yet stacked, like a lingerie model at four-fifths scale. Her mom had been a short, busty little woman, too. On the other hand, I hit my growth spurt right when Belle stopped and now stood 6'1", taller even than Belle's dad.

Worming my way up front, I nodded to the guy manning this side of the counter. And the mountain eyeing me back must be Rock. Jenny had said the guy was huge, and that might've been the understatement of the millennium. I nudged six feet, but he had to be easily six-five. His shoulders were wide enough to carry Africa, his arms thick as tires, and under all that muscle, his neck disappeared. His black hair was military short, his face clean-shaven. Humor lit his very dark eyes as he wiped the counter in front of me. "I'm going to take a gander and say you must be Matt." His deep timbre rumbled over the rock music.

I watch as the two men stare off at each other. “Hey, hey calm down! I gotcha man. I was just joking. I won’t touch your girl. I got my old lady at home and if she even thought I stepped out you would have to stand in line. She is a ball buster but I love her. Probably like you love your woman. Am I right? Hey can you let me down now?” The other guy asks. He is over six foot five and played as an offensive tackle in college and the pros. The guy who is with him is barely six feet and thin. Cordell could break him without taking a breath. I just don’t understand how these two met. I am sure there isn’t a ‘we hate Rowan Merrick’ support group.

"This is about your lack of respect for every order I give you. I will give you some time. I expect you to be on time. I give you a place I expect you to be there. You're supposed to be your own man now and no matter how much chance I give you it seems you never step up and start making the right decisions." "You mean I never make the decisions you want," Matt squared off with his father. His dad was a stout man but shorter than Matt at 5'6. His forearms were thick and bulky, and his shoulders broad. That mixed with his potbelly and gray, balding hairline gave an odd look to him. But something about his aura was intimidating. He beamed an energy with his glare that despite Matt's best effort

*Edited Breanna's POV She noticed a jar of chocolate chip cookies on the top cabinet and reached to grab it, but the house was clearly made for tall people, because even on her tippy toes, she still didn't reach. "You're so small." He side stepped her and grabbed the jar, she let out a sharp breath at his bluntness. "I'm a whooping 5'7." She stood tall, but he didn't seem impressed. "I'm 6'6." He said with a clear face. Breanna's mouth dropped to the floor. She saw his lip twitched trying to hide his smile.

Colton noticed this and raised the umbrella even higher. It did nothing. “Jesus, how tall are you?” Colton muttered, but instead of annoyance, there was amusement in his voice. “Six eleven?” “Seven feet and a couple of inches,” I answered, and was met with an impressed whistle. “Wow. I’ve met some pretty tall dudes, but you take the crown. Was you mom a giantess or something? I bet you were a humongous baby.” It was weird to have him talking with me like I was a friend.

Josephine asked, as she hung her coat on the coat hanger. It was fall season, so it was a bit chilly outside. Ari was also her personal assistant. "Alright, I'll get back to you soon, I just have to check a few things." Josephine announced. She passed two of her new workers. Matt and Leon. Matt is 5,8ft tall, has olive skin tone, black hair that's dyed purple at the back, has a slender body, no facial hair, green eyes and thin lips with a nose, eyebrow and ear piercing.

But it did dry my tears faster. “Are you sure it’s all good? We can go?” Joel asked. They were all tall, but he took it to another level at six feet eleven inches. Joel used to play basketball in a national team. But even he said he could be so tall among men here, but he could never be taller than the average American Joe. He decided to shoot his balls in the boardroom.

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.