Michael C Hall Height Novels & Stories

“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.

CHAPTER 17 OLIVIA Everyone's eyes were glued to him. Six feet two inches tall with an inked body, his muscular physique swayed as he stood there, my eyes gazing around the place. From afar, I could see the two receptionists giggle as they glanced at him and exchanged a few words. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but from the way they were giggling, I was sure they might even want to sleep with him. I guessed they hadn't met someone as notoriously and scarily handsome as he was.

I paused, “thanks.” We stood there. “Good,” he said simply. Then just continued to stand there, with a pained look on his face. He towered over my 5’3” frame with his like 6’5” self. He cast a large shadow with his broad shoulders. He’d gotten bigger over the summer from football practice. That shiz was a way of life at P.H.

At sixty-three years old, Victor Moore was a remarkable and illustrious man. At six feet and three inches tall, he was a sight to behold anywhere he went. His well-built, slender figure radiated strength and energy. His well-manicured salt-and-pepper hair gave him an impression of seniority and experience.