Seth Rollins Height Novels & Stories

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.

I had to pinch myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming. "Ouch!" I hissed in pain as I rubbed the area I pinched. Not only does Rollings take my breath away, but he is like a god among men! He is 6'2", built like a UFC fighter, electric blue eyes that stared deep into my soul, sharp features, jet black hair and from the little skin I saw he had tattoos! I am willing to bet he is a human easel! I have always wanted to get a tattoo myself, but I have been too afraid of my parents' reactions to get one. Anyway, back to my drool fest, Rollings also had this aura about him that spoke to me on an animalistic level! All I wanted to do every time I saw him was to climb up like a monkey! I had no doubt

We had to change into cooler clothing but once naked, well, you never want to waste an erection. Beth pulled the covers down and crawled to the middle and lay on her back before spreading her legs. The view as always for me was breathtaking and one I enjoyed every time I got to see it. Beth is a natural blonde so fair skinned and even with a tan, not very dark. She has shoulder length curly blonde hair parted in the middle and it frames a pretty face with a small nose, full lips and startling blue eyes. Without shoes she is 5' 4" but depending on heel height has on rare occasions been 5'8" tall. On the rare occasions she has worn heels, the calf muscles are more pronounced and makes you want

Standing right inside the corridor, looking ten feet tall and completely furious, is Seth Adebayo. My breath hitches in my chest. "Why are you here?" I demand, my voice sharp. Seth doesn't answer. With a golden storm raging in his eyes, he steps forward, locks his massive arms around my waist, and rips me off the stone ledge like I weigh nothing at all. Before I can even pull away, he spins my body around and slams my wrists hard against the stone wall. The impact rattles my bones, making me gasp for air.

"There is no 'tea,' he's just a normal person." Beth rolls her eyes. "Right. One of the hottest men to ever walk this earth isn't just a normal person in my book." Sebastian's ego must be bigger than a hot air balloon right now. "Is he really as tall as everyone says he is in person?" she asks. "I heard he's 6'2." "6'3," I correct her, causing her to swoon and plop down back-first on my pillows. Don't smell the cologne.

Voss didn’t like him, and as far as he knew, he hadn’t been invited. “I want to talk to you,” he said as he started to pull me away. He was being aggressive with me, and it didn’t sit well with me. “Hey, you’re hurting her,” Seth said. Miles turned around and glared at Seth. “I am the man she’s getting married to. I suggest you mind your fucking business.” Seth stepped forward. “Or what?” He asked. Seth was the bigger man. He was a bit taller than Miles, and he was definitely more fit. If they got into a fight, I would imagine Seth would win, especially because I knew he could fight, and he carried a gun wherever he went.

6'3", wide shoulders, gold-blond hair, and a bright, easy smile. He shut the door of his pickup truck and caught the eye of every woman in a 500-yard radius. "Yeah," I said. "He's my new guy. I mean, he's the landscape architect who volunteered to help out." My sister fell silent as he marched up to us with a shy nod. "You must be Tasha Nichols. Wow. Ah, yeah, I'm Seth Lar son, the landscaper." He had dark-brown eyes, chocolate brown. I imagined him licking the dark chocolate with a spoon. Were we getting ice cream sundaes together?

Stephen’s facial expression becomes sullen, he looks like a kid who had his candy stolen from him, literally! So, since I don’t want to be the bearer of residual feeling I hurriedly lock my locker then try to flee from him, but he stops me as he stands up, positioning his 6.3 feet tall body that clearly shout out *I go to the gym every fucking day* in front of me like a fucking wall.

It was so damn unfair that she had to listen to her! "You heard me," Mrs. Allen said, taking a seat by the dining table. "It's you and me today Isabella. You and me." **** "Still surprised?" Kaitlyn asked, smiling coyly as Seth settled himself on the bed, his eyes fixed on her. "No, well yes. When the hell did you grow fat?" He asked, unable to hide his interest. Seth had never seen Kaitlyn look fat. She had a steady measurement. A twenty-eight inches waist and her hips were twelve inches wider than her waist. That was it. Over the years it had fluctuated, but it always went back to that. Aside from that, the model did a killer abs workout. Her stomach was as flat as an ironing board, all th

Oh well, it's best not to dwell on it now because I need to finish up before he comes banging the door down for taking too long. Finishing up my hair and heading back to my closet to get my tennis shoes, the door burst open with my brother Seth in the doorway with a stupid grin on his face. God I would love to just smack that smile right off his face. He stands about 6"4" compare to my 5"4". He has short white blonde hair, blueish grey eyes, with a light tan skin. He was only wearing a pair of grey sweat pant with no shirt on. To show off to the she wolfs his muscle chest that they can't seem to get enough looking at it. He knows how much that annoys me. Those females are only after the idea