Sebastian Croft Height Novels & Stories

Fear or attraction? She heard noises below the building and she decided to take a peek. A carriage was wheeled in and she could see Alex directing his men. He looked hot in his White Shirt and now changed pants tamed at the end with black boots. He looked very royal unlike Craig, a Prince with a bald head and full beards even at twenty-nine. He was just five feet tall compared to Alex who was six feet two inches tall. His broad and strong shoulders looked like they could rip the shirt off anytime. She has never felt this way with Craig.

Some had endless patience. "I suppose that's true. Maybe I'm just over thinking it." I muttered, puling my knees to my chest. I hugged my legs to my body tightly. "Besides, you might be too manly for his tastes. You can punch as hard as any man, you don't ever wear a shirt, and honestly, you are super small. He might like more meat on his bones." I groaned horrified of his scathing review. I hated him so much sometimes. Why did he have to take my insecurities and turn them on me. I wasn't like overly gorgeous, but I wasn't bad. Sure I was slim, but I had muscles and curves to make up for it. I was a little below average on height. In fact Sebastion stood a foot and a half taller than I did.

“AH!” Rosie nearly collapsed. Sebastian was enormous. Tall, broad-shouldered, and solidly built, he easily outweighed her by a significant margin. The moment his weight shifted onto her, her knees nearly buckled. “D-Desiree!” she cried desperately. “Help me! I can't hold him on my own!” Desiree, meanwhile, was already straightening up and catching her breath. “Oh no,” she said cheerfully. “He's your problem now, babes.”

He adjusted his collar and undid the top two buttons. Sebastian is a handsome alpha, a towering 6’5” tall. He sports a recently styled buzz cut that complements his stubble beard, accentuating his sharp jawline. This look enhances his rugged, masculine look, making him more attractive. His eyes are an enchanting hazel gray with flecks of gold. His nose has a smooth contour and is perfectly angled from the nasal tip to the lip. As he finished admiring himself, Aleck barged in after knocking twice on Sebastian's door. He didn’t need Sebastian to open the door for him; he was merely informing him he was coming inside.

He walked closer to us, realized he looked 6 ft 2, just one inch shorter than Sebastian. Sebastian gave his usual look, couldn't guess if they were friends. Judging from the handsome guy here, he talked informally with him. “Long time no see.” His tune was brighter than ever, his smile was to die for. Sebastian finally smiled, the guy pulled him into a friendly guy hug. He patted his back softly. “How have you been?” Sebastian removed his body from him. “Good.” He replied formally. Rude! “You've still got this nonchalant behavior of yours.” He chuckled, making me chuckle too.

"Mr. Archer would kill me if I ever waltzed around in boxers around you, and even though I'm built, I'm not stupid enough to fight a man almost seven feet tall." "He is six-foot-seven," Scarlett corrected. "And a freaking monster. I've trained with Griffin since he likes to keep himself fit and felt the need to test me before hiring me. Did you know Griffin is an old boxer?" Scarlett's eyes traveled to her feet. Her heart hurt because Sebastian's question made her realize there was still a lot she didn't know about the man she was in love with. "No, I didn't know that..." "Now you do," Sebastian grinned and let the towel fall to his shoulders while beaming at her. "Griffin told me that his s

I was back up in a few hours and despite the doctor's protests, I changed back into my clothes and hurried out of the hospital back to the Pack mansion where I lived with Sebastian. As expected, he was already home as if expecting me, and he was pissed.. "I guess your bitch already cried to you," I smiled as I strolled in. "What the fuck do you think you are doing?" He hissed as he rose to his full height of 6'5, towering over my 5'10 frame easily. I used to be intimidated by this, not anymore. I glared back at him as I struggled to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill out of my eyes.

He became cheerful in no time. Months after High School, Sebastian enrolled to join the Special Weapons and Tactics. It was not a difficult feat to achieve. Sebastian was very smart and had a commanding gait, despite his ordeals in the hands of his mean step mother. He grew 6 feet 5 inches tall in High School, sprouting a fine bodied muscular arms and chest that swooned the girls at St. Phillips. Sebastian always aced in the football and basketball games we had way back.

His features were more striking, his presence more commanding than I had anticipated. As Brandon drew nearer, I couldn't help but notice the striking contrast between his presence and mine. Standing at five feet nine, I was accustomed to being the tallest among the Volkov ladies, but Brandon seemed to tower over me at a height that must have been at least six feet five. It was a reassuring thought, knowing that I wouldn't have to worry about wearing heels around him; our heights complemented each other effortlessly.

Sebastian stepped out first. He was dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit, crisp and understated, the fabric hugging his tall frame flawlessly. He stood close to one hundred and ninety centimeters, broad shouldered, long legged his presence commanding without effort. Women couldn’t help but look him up and down. He was, undeniably, every woman’s fantasy. Sebastian smiled slightly, fully aware of the attention but indifferent to it. He walked around the car unhurriedly, each step deliberate, before stopping at the front passenger seat.