Robb Wells Height Novels & Stories

He introduced us as he pointed to both people. Varin was tall and wide. He screamed intimidation and the promise of pain. He was easily one of the largest men I had ever seen at 6’6”, broad-chested and wide across the shoulders and thighs. A definite strong man build. His hair was cropped short and either dark brown or black, his eyes were pale blue and his jaw was covered with stubble. I shook his offered hand and bit back a laugh at the ridiculous size difference. The woman beside him was opposite in every way.

"My mom is going to straight kill me if I survive this.'' I said out loud. My voice sounded meek and frail, muted out by the large stone structure I was entrapped within. "Then we might as well get you up and out of there, don't you think, little one?" A voice that sounded like liquid gold, purred from somewhere above me. I froze. That sheer and utter terror that grips onto you when something unexpected happens, tore through my chest like a freight train. I thought I was alone… but apparently not. The shock and terror that flooded my chest quickly started to dissipate, and I snapped out of it just long enough to look up. Standing at the top of the well was the most gorgeous man I had ever in

“You clean up quite stunningly.” In defeat, I blew out a hard breath and swiveled around to locate him. Nearly seven feet in height, he stood behind the gray granite countertop island in a long black open robe and black sweatpants, sipping coffee from a cream mug. Muscles ripped across every part of his sculpted body. Thick, chin-length dark brown wavy bob stemmed from a center part that hung messily against prominent cheekbones and a well-defined chin and jaw. Beneath his dark brows, his lilac eyes were as steely as expected, not even blinking as much as the average person. They held me hostage.

As he spoke, he was looking over at me; his eyes squinted a bit at the wind that was swirling in the smokers' hell. I just shrugged and replied, "I don't get offend too easily. So shoot." After a pause, as I recall, it was like he was bracing himself in case I did get pissed. While he was older than I, I had a good six inches in height on the guy. Robert was in good shape for a thirty something, but I was built pretty well. Robert was a slender guy, though by no means frail. He just wasn't someone who would intimidate anyone.

Her son's cock went from semi to stone almost instantly. He thought back to what he had seen earlier in the bed as he put on the clean sheets. His mother was tiny compared to Carol. She was more than double his mother's weight and nearly as tall as Rob's six feet. Carol's large breasts were about the only feature that signified she was a she. Carol had a manly appearance. At twenty-one, Rob was a hundred pounds heavier than his mother, muscled, and handsome. He was attending the university full time while still living at home. He occasionally dated but was mostly a loner.

"Not considered short, about 1.78m. I'm not sure, but I think he is a little short." He raised his eyebrows. "Then what do you think about my height?" She gently looked at him and chuckled. "Very good." Seeing her reply so straightforwardly, Wills Watson was a little worried: "You are trying to lie to me, right?" "No! Isn't Aven Harris a good example? You guys are around the same height." "I'm a bit higher,"Wills Watson said as he raised his eyebrows. "So, I am better than him, right?" She must be sick, why did she mention Aven Harris? "That's right."

"Likewise," Josh withdraws his hand, and then he says something that I don't find that friendly. "I thought you would be taller." "Oh," I'm not sure how to respond to that. "You did?" Is there anything clever to say in this situation? "Yeah..." Josh grins. "Robin is six-foot-five, and you're what? Five-foot-four, or something?" he whistles. "How do you walk after you guys have sex, because damn—"

Father? Cass was dumbstruck. Marcus's father, Mr. Gabe Wells, was Standing tall at around six feet; he possessed an air of authority and confidence that commands attention. Mr. Gabe's ruggedly handsome features were so similar to Marcus's, with a strong jawline, chiseled facial structure, and piercing, intelligent eyes that seemed to hold a wealth of life experiences. His salt-and-pepper hair, expertly styled, added to his distinguished appearance. Despite the touch of gray, Gabe's hair retained a lustrous sheen, hinting at a meticulous grooming routine and attention to detail.

"That's right, my sweet Kylie. You're so clever. Go quickly and invite Mr. Harris for a drink!" Kylie obediently stood up. This girl had a height of about 1.7 meters, even taller than Richard Harris when she wore high heels. When women are too tall, it doesn't give the feeling of a small bird nestling against them. Sometimes it's better to be a bit shorter. As he thought about it, the adorable figure of Roxana Nelson appeared in his mind. Strangely, he was thinking about Roxana Nelson, a girl only about 1.6 meters tall.

Just when she thought things were about to get worse a deep, commanding voice spoke. “That is enough.” At once the chanting came to a stop and deafening silence reigned. Tempted by the thought that someone would have such authority over these raucous men Helena looked. At first, she saw nothing different, then from the side of the vessel a tall dark figure vaulted unto the hot sand. When he straightened to his full height Helena’s breath left her in a rush. He towered over all the equally tall men. Robos was a tall being, huge and muscular but the build of this man put Robos’ to shame. His shoulders were so broad it was she wondered if he could fit the water vessel across his shoulders, as