Steve Harrington Height Novels & Stories

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.

Mila knows Steven so we were safe for the night. Steven was at least six foot four inches, along with having tattoos along his arms. He had an intimidating look if Mila didn’t know him, I’d be really scared but through that intimidating look he was God damn handsome. He takes a sweeping glance at all of us, a smile spreading across his face. “Damn ladies, looking fine tonight.” He murmured.

“And who’s this? A new face! Are you folks finally upgrading your staff, or did you run out of options?” Heat crept up my cheeks as everyone burst into laughter. Maggie leaned closer to me and whispered, “That’s Mr. Harrington. He’s a regular here, a big deal in the business world. Owns one of the biggest hospital chains in the country. But don’t let that fool you he’s as laid-back as they come.” “Evelyn,” I introduced myself, trying to match his energy. “And I’m definitely the ‘run-out-of-options’ hire.” Mr. Harrington laughed, the sound hearty and genuine. “Quick wit! I like that. Well, Evelyn, I hope you can tolerate the likes of us regulars. Maggie here has been trying to get rid of me f

although nobody called him that to his face. The third man was the project leader, Steven Harrington, widely regarded throughout the scientific community as the most brilliant physicist since Albert Einstein. He was a fireplug of a man whose shock of white hair rivaled the unruly mop of his idol. Brennan’s fingers suddenly stopped moving. “It’s done,” he said. “The final update is in place. All that’s left is to send it.” Harrington clapped his hands together once. “Excellent. These next few minutes will change the course of human history.”

A grey hoodie hugs his muscular arms, and I'm forced to lift my chin to meet his irritated eyes; that's how tall he is. Judging by his ripped body type, he must be into sports. Football or wrestling? A lineman? Hard to tell, but it must be a position that requires height. I would guess he is six-foot-five, or possibly six-foot-six. Regardless, he is intimidating and handsome. Enough to make me forget how to function. I just stand there like a fool, staring at him while my IQ rapidly drops to zero. Is he a movie star? I'm pretty sure I'm gaping like a goldfish when the broody guy crosses his arms over his mighty chest. "You're Michelle Henriksson, right?"

Gary turns towards the back of the room, spinning around moments later flicking the top of a needle. "NO! Get away from me!" I try my best to get away, but I'm no match for someone like Steve. I'm just over five feet, and weigh less than 100 pounds. I don't stand a chance against someone like Steve who easily weighs over 200 pounds, and stands at a towering six feet in height.

Hendrix is tall, he seems to radiate with a dominate energy, his face seems to sit in a permanent frown. His sister, Harper, is completely different from him. Honestly, the two of them don’t look that much alike. She’s got dark red hair that goes all the way down to her stomach, her pale purple eyes are mesmerizing, and she’s a lot shorter than Hendrix. While Hendrix is probably six foot three, I would bet that Harper couldn’t be taller than 5’7.

"Mr. Harrington!" A man in his 50s stood up. He was only about 1.6 meters tall, with a protruding forehead and a pair of squinty eyes that glinted with mockery. In the solemn atmosphere of the entire room, he stood out like a sore thumb. His hair and eyebrows were already gray, and he exuded a sense of flippancy. He was the backbone of Stardust Limited Caleb had won over—Fergus!

He responds after a minute, exhaling. "I'm not that small." I frown, glancing down at myself almost selfconcoously. I'm like 5'4, that's not small right? Hardin is easily 6'2, so you can understand why I feel so warm and safe with him. The guys huge. "Small but mighty." Beck comments, nodding his head.

Hunter pouted. "Yes, we can't leave them here alone," Wynter rolled her eyes. "Okay, we are all ready, but where is Harris?" Sabrina sighed, looking at her wristwatch. "I too am ready!" a thick voice came from the staircase. A very handsome Harris, with his massive 6'4" height, was descending the stairs dressed in a crisp black suit, and his hair gelled to perfection. He looked no less than a supermodel. Even though Harris was just 19 years old, anyone could confuse him for a 24-year-old man, and his physique and facial structure contributed to the aura he had built around himself. Standing next to his mother, they looked like a couple because of her petite figure.