Michael C Hall Height Novels & Stories

Not at all. I’ll tell ya why. ~ The hall looks bright and palatial. There are steel banquet chairs arranged around each round table. So many things would’ve caught my attention. But the star of my gaze stands six feet four tall on the podium. I’m only now finding that the man could easily press my average self to the floor with his big hands. And his face… Gods! It’s more and more frustrating how my vagina keeps throbbing. Any moment now even my ovaries could explode.

“Let’s go.” Chandler went out while wearing a genuine smile on his face. Behind him, the shallow and embarrassed Maxine followed. They entered the office together, and as soon as they went in, they saw a guest inside. A man with black hair and rounded small eyes looked at them. 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 Maxineis wearing heels, she appeared to look taller than him.

I am not sure how I knew but I instantly knew I was looking into the eyes of the archangel Michael. Michael was a very large man well over six foot tall. He had broad shoulders and large muscular forearms. His hair shined like pure gold in the sunlight, his eyes were such a dark shade of brown they appeared to be almost black. The mere presence of him sent electrical shocks pulsing through my body that took me several seconds to realize were actually fear. I had spent two weeks living with Lucifer without ever truly feeling afraid. This man, however, had me trembling with fear.

Jane asked him "What is your name?" He replied and said "Michael." Micheal Hill is 14years old. Born in Helen. Being 6.80 foot tall. With black low cut hair and he's slim.

************ In The Blood1: For as long as he could remember, Michael always felt different. Different from everybody else he knew. Maybe this was why he was always so shy and reserved around people he didn't know well. Or perhaps it was just his slightly higher than average intelligence and less than average athleticism and self-confidence. For the most part, Mike was rather un-noteworthy, often blending into the background: he was barely six feet tall, kind of scrawny and wore thick glasses. He wasn't necessarily unhappy (though he did take his share of abuse from his peers), just quietly uninteresting. That all changed shortly after his sixteenth birthday.

Time stopped for Camille the moment Michael McGregor walked through those doors. And he looked more handsome than ever, if that was even possible. He stood at an imposing height of six feet, possessing a commanding presence that seemed to fill the room. Suddenly, he no longer seemed like the mischievous, carefree boy that she knew all those years ago. Gone was the dyed hair, replaced with a shade of light-brown that was impeccably styled, framing a chiseled face that could possibly belong to a cover model. The lighting cast shadows on his sharp cheekbones, complementing his well-defined jawline.

{Mikai's POV} Damn! The man's weight had almost cut off all the thousands of veins in my body. Who could not be? He was probably 6'4 ft. tall with a broad chest and solid body like steel. Good thing I was naturally born a fighter - being used to lifting weights at a very young age. Could not believe it comes in handy when I carried and walked him starting from his spot a few kilometres to the entrance.

Sybil turned to go down the hall and went several steps before nearly running into a wall. She stopped looking up, and felt the color drain from her face. Good lord up close she felt even smaller. How tall was this man? Like seven foot had to be a good two sixty pounds of muscle.

I am not a theologian. With a look made of all sweet accord Aka looked sternly at me as if he could heal me of my bereft. He was some inches taller than me he was six feet and fifty one inches tall, slim figure as if he was nit feeding well and curves which exposed his masculine structure. Morrison and Olivera were quite taller with some measures of thirty two centimeters and fifteen centimeters respectively above the six feet structure, my first son.

"Come in, Cheryl." His voice was deep, velvety and husky. He sounded like he could be in a ford commercial. Cheryl's stomach fluttered at the voice that she didn't think twice before turning around again. This time taking in more of his features. He was taller than she remembered. He always looked like that next to her and it made her wonder if he was too tall or she was just too short. Well, 5'4" next to George Carter can be considered too short considering he is what? 6'5". He was practically a giant.