Sebastian Croft Height Novels & Stories

she heard the man complaining once more. His tone had a teasing quality, but there was an underlying seriousness that hinted at a desire for her company. "Mr Woods, please, you're not that sick. And I have work tomorrow. I'll come back to check on you in the evening tomorrow, I swear.” “Hmmmm.” He stood up from the bed, towering over her like a colossus. The height difference between them was almost comical; Kourtney, a tall girl by all standards, still found herself craning her neck to look up at Sebastian. His wide grin, however, made her stomach flutter, and she couldn't deny that he looked super handsome and imposing.

He grunts, “At least the ambassador found it funny and forgave my mistake in our conversation.” They continue talking for another few minutes but then the plane is landing. When it had taxied around to a waiting car, she could see a man standing beside it, with the boot already open for them to load the luggage. Nate points at him and tells her that it’s Seb. Seb is five-eleven with muscles that look fit to burst out of his shirt if he stretches, he has ebony skin and black hair that’s short but slicked back.

Though he couldn't allow Gabby's mate to do that, when he found his mate that was. Seeing the she-wolf in the light of the day his men weren't wrong, she was indeed a tiny she-wolf, their estimate of their height was off though, those boots of hers added a good two inches of height to her small frame, she couldn't be more than 5"6'. He was going to tower over the top of her when they came face to face, she would fear him instantly. He smiled to himself, he was 6"10' and muscled to the hilt, his shoulders so wide he only just fit through a standard sized door way.

3 Sebastian’s home was located in the neighboring estate; it was a ten-minute drive. Sebastian waved at me when he saw him, he was so anxious that he had waited for me in front of his house. He was a tall guy about as tall as me with beautiful hair. His hair was thick and wavy blonde, sometimes I felt envious of his hair. Mine was just ebony brown and straight and long, like a rock type of person.

The tantalizing aroma of bacon and eggs wafts through the air, guiding me down the stairs and around the corner. And there he is—Sebastian—absolutely irresistible. What am I saying? He’s always a vision of allure in my eyes. His bare chest glistens in the morning light, each muscle defined and flexing with every subtle movement. He’s clad in a pair of black shorts that hang just below his hips, teasingly revealing that delicious happy trail leading down into the front of his shorts. My heart races as I take in the sight of him standing tall at 6 foot 2, the embodiment of every fantasy I’ve ever had.

He is seriously a fine specimen of the werewolf species. A sarcastic snort sounds from beside me and I snap my head to face the equally beautiful Sebastian, who is looking smug with his arms crossed over his wide chest. He is bigger than Nickolai, a good couple inches more in looming height and muscles that could rival the mountains to the south of us, where he hails from. “You have some drool on your chin,” He says before he turns to walk away from me. I start to let him leave, but my feet and I are not in agreement as I’m walking forward to follow him instead of a way to plan my breaking. Stupid feet.

She made a note of contacting her as soon as she was done here. After the secretary left, she turned around to look at him and couldn't stop herself from taking a sharp breath. Sebastian Domanco. He was the perfect definition of a Greek god. He has a well-shaped perfectly built body which was hidden underneath the expensive tailored suit that he was wearing. He has a height of six feet two inches minimum. His personality matched his stormy grey eyes. Cold and intimidating. He is blessed with sharp facial features and goddamn it! That jawline! It can cut glass! Before she could praise the God who took the time in making him, he interrupted her thoughts.

Then she continued to read them and realized that Christin also replied to the person who blamed him for not crying. Christin replied, "I'm a man who is almost 1.9 meters tall. Cry? How embarrassing would that be? Believe it or not, my sister will kick me if she saw me shed a tear! She would give me zero marks!" Everyone knew who he was referring to. Sigrid felt it was likely that that would happen. If Christin really had cried, Elizabeth would probably hate the fact that he'd humiliated her in public and give him zero marks the next time so that he'd be eliminated...

I was about to yell but holy Jesus mother of glory was he gorgeous! I mean he was Kristrin's gorgeous! He was completely gorgeous and might I add slightly more gorgeous than Kristrin! He was a blonde, about 6ft3, had a lean and slender body with tanned golden skin and bright brown eyes. "I really didn't mean to..." his sweet voice said but was cut off by Maria. "It's fine I'll just lend her my jacket to wear, I'm Maria by the way" she spoke holding her hand out seductively. "I'm Sebastian" he gave a toothy grin as his eyes flickered back to me.

“I’m just glad that someone is finally shorter than me.” My attention turns to Sebastian. He is pouting in a way that tells me he is bothered by his own size, which is ridiculous, considering the guy must be like, what? 6’3, or something? And what does he mean by saying he likes that someone is finally shorter than him? Surely Alex is smaller— I widen my eyes when I see a third man coming out from the mansion. This one is larger than both Zeke and Sebastian and only wears a tight t-shirt instead of a suit, which only makes him seem even bigger.