Timothee Height Novels & Stories

September 2009 "Who are you kidding? She will never come. I read her file," Timothy said, looking over the desk. Salem leaned forward before standing at his full height of 6’ 3" inches. His hand moved along the collar until a finger caught in his blue tie, pulling it away from his throat. He wasn't used to wearing suits and it showed. "I just want a chance at her. I think she would be an asset to the team."

TRE practically sang as he answered. TRE Washington presented a massive presence that most people agreed, matched his voice perfectly. He stood almost seven-feet tall and weighed a very muscular two-hundred and fifty pounds. Frequently assumed to be a former football or basketball player, TRE had little interest in any organized sports. His passion was Tai Chi, which he spent his spare time teaching the youth of Greenville. If ever the term "Gentle Giant" applied to a man, it fit TRE to the letter.

They hardly even entered the cell, just throwing the food in. Theo shifts into his beautiful midnight wolf. Theo ’s wolf is the biggest I’ve ever seen. I’m not surprised since he’s the werewolf King. His wolf is ten or twelve feet tall, taller than I stand even in human form. My wolf is around six or seven feet tall, the average height for werewolves. That’s half of Theo ’s wolf in size. I’m not shifting because I need to open the doors as we try to free our people. I know we can break down the doors in wolf form, but it’s easier if I just use my hands.

We all turned around to see Timothy standing at the entrance of the dining hall. "Timothy!" I walked over to him and gave him a warm hug in which he returned with the same amount of affection. He was lean, muscular and much taller than me now. Timothy was almost as tall as Phoenix. Almost. He grew up into an extremely good looking being. His blonde hair was left a bit longer now. A few strands fell over his forehead and his hair reached his collar. His vibrant blue eyes still left their charming effect on everyone. His middle name suited his appearance perfectly.

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.