Robb Wells Height Novels & Stories

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.

He slid underneath him, turned his body over and propelled himself over his shoulder. Alpheus was standing at 6 feet 10 inches tall, while Avery was 5 feet 9inches tall. He had to use his height to his advantage. It’s the only way he would win this fight. After landing on Alpheus’ shoulders, Alpheus dropped their bodies back and Avery’s back was in pain, but he wasn’t going to give up.

He was silently and steadily cleaning them, and I couldn't help but wonder if he was listening in on our conversation. Wolvin was taller than all of them by an inch or two, probably around 6 feet 8. He was big-shouldered and robust, with long brown hair tied in a man bun at the back of his head, leaving a few strands out. His blue eyes briefly glanced up before he returned to his task, maintaining an eerie silence.

After hearing Zobber's request, Black Robe burst into laughter, as if he had heard a particularly amusing joke. "Zobber, you may be small, but your appetite is certainly not!" Mocked by Black Robe, Zobber immediately jumped up to refute. She said, "I'm 5.5 feet. Are you making fun of me for being short?" This unexpected remark left Black Robe momentarily speechless. As Catherine had mentioned, Zobber was unpredictable and hard to control.

A man can always dream about it though. A few weeks later, Jill told me that Rob would be stopping by that evening to meet with her but it probably wouldn't take that long. She was wearing a tank top, with a bra and tight running shorts. I loved seeing her in these shorts because they showed off her legs and ass. Secretly, I hoped Rob would like them as much as I did. When the doorbell rang, I answered the door to greet Rob who was around 25 years old, about 6'4, 210 lbs., broad shoulders and deep blue eyes. My wife said he was athletic and handsome but that was an understatement. I said, "You must be Rob, come on in. Jill has told me a lot about you."

That man was wearing a worn gray robe. His head was covered by an oversized hood. Making his face difficult to recognize, especially since he had his back to the moonlight. His enormous body shrinks my pea-sized heart. I'm only chest height! Does this make sense considering my height is not on the shorter side? Even his oversized robe couldn't cover his burly muscles. He has a body type that intimidates me. For a moment, I thought was I wrong for provoking him.