Timothee Height Novels & Stories

her fingers wiggle an inch away from his skin, measuring him. “Hello mademoiselle, I am 6 feet 2 inches, 120kg of pure muscle. He is NOT stronger than me. He might have looked big for you because you are tiny” a flick land on her forehead. Sarah rubs her forehead with an irritable frown and scrunchy face. Her insecurities were carefully stacked as a card tower on the marble tabletop. Now, it’s his burden. His eyes skit along with the table and ponder for a moment

In reality, she was already 63 years old. When Logo entered the hall, Catherine and his cousin Xis were already seated, waiting for him while chatting. "Brother!" Xis stood up, smiling as he greeted Logo. Logo looked at his nine-year-old cousin, who was extraordinarily tall, even taller than him, standing at nearly 1.9 meters. His muscular arms were strong and firm, exuding a sense of explosive power. His square face and short hair made his eyes shine with intelligence, looking keen and full of life.

No paper trail for the last three years. "He's a ghost," Kan muttered, his thumb brushing over the image of Timothy’s throat. He was small—maybe five-seven. Kan stood at six-five, a wall of muscle and scarred skin. He could already feel the phantom weight of the kid in his arms, pinned between him and Gideon. The image of Timothy’s pale skin flushing red while they took turns breaking him into the mattress made Kan’s pulse kick.

His nickname is cute, it perfectly suit for him. "Can I call you shorty? You are under Disero's shoulder. What is your height?" Out of nowhere, Leim asked. It earns a pout and glare from Dhaxzy. He is no scary with this, he is so appealing for us to not be scared on his glare. I am busy admiring his appearance. Those cheeks are begging for me to pinch them both. " No. I am not shorty and my height is 158 cm." He proudly said and pouted. I chuckled when he revealed his height. He literally the smallest among all of us. So, this is his height. He is literally under my shoulder.

He just remained there motionless, like a statue, petrified. John Taylor thought that this comment was really fascinating. He held out his hands, pulled the other person over into his hands, and forced him to sit down on his lap. He did this by stretching his hands out in front of him. Sam Aden has a body that is proportionately slender to his height of 1.75 meters.

He stood proudly in an estimate of six-foot-three to six-foot-five. Diane backs away, the realization hitting her speechless. Mate, She thought.

My fingers had barely combed my wet hair out of my eyes when I came face to face with Ajax. He was even more imposing in person than he had been in the vision Tadêfi had imparted to me. He was a few centimeters over two meters (6' 9") and one hundred and forty-five kilograms (320 lbs.) of solid muscle.

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.

Definitely not a gentleman. I trailed behind him, keeping an eye on both my step and his. His walk exuded charisma, confidence, and authority. There was a certain vigilance in his strides as if he believed he could take on anything or anyone. Well, with his physique, he probably could. He was fit and stood at an imposing six feet seven inches tall if I measured correctly. His shoulders broadened his shirt, and his presence was undeniable. Maybe hours of rigorous workouts in the gym contributed to his impressive build.

This made Jaime very jealous. Jaime was most dissatisfied with his height. Although he was already one hundred and seventy-five centimeters tall, his height was only considered slightly taller than average men. In truth, Jaime was two to three centimeters taller as compared to the hot national husband who was very popular back then. However, he was still very dissatisfied, because out of the phrase, ‘tall, rich, and handsome’, he could only account for being rich and handsome. If he wanted the word ‘tall’ to be accounted for too, he would have to be at least one hundred and eighty centimeters tall. So, when he estimated that Charlie’s height was at least one hundred and eighty-five centimete