Robb Wells Height Novels & Stories

Looking at the rest of the towering wolves in the room, none shorter than six foot three or so, she clarified, “Then once more, I’m considering possibly there’s something in the water here.” Grabbing her hand, Heather pulled her over to Brock. He stood when she drawn closer, unfurling to his full stature of six foot seven inches, and Bronaugh felt a twinge of fear due to his sheer measure in show disdain toward of Marc’s consoling nearness at her back. But at that point the male grinned, and her stomach did a small flip for an totally diverse reason.

I shouted, my voice trembling with a mix of rage and desperation. The door creaked open anyway. I was ready to scream, ready to tear into whoever had the nerve to ignore the 'closed' sign, until the door swung wide and I saw him. Robby Maddox. He was twenty-four, a former college athlete who looked like he’d been carved out of granite. He had a strong, square jaw and arms that looked built for the sole purpose of holding a woman down and making her beg. He stood at six-foot-three, and his hazel eyes always had this way of looking at me that made me feel like he was undressing me right there in the hallway.

Tall, broad shouldered and clearly very fit under his Italian suit, which fit like a custom made glove, his smile and blue eyes set my heart fluttering just as it did when I was a child. “Oh Rob such a charmer!” Amy preened as she took the man’s arm and led him to them. “Eve darling, you remember Rob of course, I think it’s been some time since you’ve both been here.” I nodded mutely while Amy took my parents off to meet some other guests. Rob looked down from his 6’4” height and smiled warmly. “So um, I guess chasing you round the house is out of the question right?” he teased, his lips curling into a wide grin and I felt myself blushing deeply.

Like his CFO, Zane Alexander packed an extra punch in person. For one thing, he was plain old big—6’4” or 5” with muscle packed onto his muscle and shoulders she was certain could still play quarterback. Staring at him from her height-challenged state easily could have overwhelmed her. Rebecca was fortunate she was ballsier than she looked.

Charles Bishop watched the young man approaching him, full of admiration. "The military really does make a difference — he must be at least 1.9 meters, look at that build!" Seth Rollins smiled. "Uncle, I'm not that tall — just over 1.8 meters." Charles Bishop chuckled. "That's the perfect height. Truly a fine young man — impressive, very impressive." After all, he'd watched the boy grow up, and Charles Bishop had always been fond of Seth Rollins.

"Then... do you still want to sleep in this room every day, or...." The man, who has a height of one hundred ninety-six centimetres, was silent. He did not continue his words as if he had given the wrong question. While Abby frowned because she felt more and more awkward with the other person. Massimo pinched his left hand, but not too hard.

I found an area to stand that was out of everyone’s way, and waited. Eventually a well built male, who looked to be in his mid-twenties walked in, and moved to the front of the room. He looked a bit like a body builder with his black tank top, and tight shorts. He was just under 6’ tall, with black hair, and gray eyes. He also had tanned skin like he spent a lot of time out in the sun. He was handsome, in his own way, but nobody beat Rowen when it came to looks. He looked at each of us in the eye before he spoke.

Since I’d never seen his face clearly, I felt my jaw drop. Who are these guys? They are so tall (I found out later that Damian was 1.88m tall, and Rai was 1.82m tall). And oh-my-Gawd, the vision of them walking toward me was a sight to behold. Long legs, lean muscular bodies with to-die-for facial features.

The robed man stood up. He was more than a whole foot taller than Belle. He had to be at least six feet and five inches tall, but she wasn't sure if he was really that tall or if he was wearing platforms. His robes were long enough to sweep the floor and hide his feet. Belle knew he wouldn't hurt her, so she wasn't too ruffled. "Did you take the memory card of that camera?" she asked. "Yes." "What did you take that card for? Give it to me."

Seeing her nephew was a huge relief and source of joy for Madeline. For two minutes, she was able to take her mind off the abomination sitting across her, and focus her eyes and her mind on her late elder sister's son; Reuben. Roxanne was one of the people to look up at the man. He stood tall, nothing less than six feet and six inches of height. His hair was crimson red, just like Arthur's and Madeline's and there was a calmness in the green color of his eyes. Even when he smiled, his smile seemed to cause everyone else to smile; including her.