Timothee Height Novels & Stories

He has this cold demeanor that tells you to keep off his path and stay the hell away from him. I can’t tell his height from our sitting position in the car, but I’ve seen him standing earlier, and I can tell you that he is at least 6'5 tall, with his huge muscles that are bulging out a bit, complementing his perfect abs that are inviting me to run my hand's through them.

Yet they somehow looked perfectly set over his straight nose. Tim was the shortest of the three. Measuring five-feet-eleven inches in his stocking feet, he was trim and muscular, yet limber and strong. Always up for an adventure and not prone to shying away from danger, he’d suffered his fair share of injuries. Fortunately, the scars he sported were on his body and not on his face. Although, more than once, he’d stated that a scar or two might add character to what most considered an average looking face. His brown eyes, brown hair, normally arched brows, straight nose, and slender lips did nothing to make him stand out in a crowd. In fact, he blended in quite nicely. This may be des

The alarm kept on disturbing the peace of the neighborhood until his sick younger brother has to come and wake him up personally and turn off the alarm, Noah it's time to prepare for your morning lectures remember. He Sluggishly rose up and went straight to the bathtub with his transplant night wears showing the smooth body 👅 of his, preparing for the lecture he looks tired 😩 and weak. Noah is a tall about 179cm with a fair skin, Brown hair color plus his feminist body shape screaming " eat me up" .

His eyes are so dark brown, they might actually be black. “This must be the child of Perses. Is it true you are still paired with The Saint after all these years?” It takes effort for him to stand, but when he does, he is over seven feet tall. He supports himself on his right leg and takes a hobbling step forward. I force myself to keep a straight face when his hand comes out for me to shake. It’s almost double the size of my hand. I swallow hard and put my hand out, forcing myself to stay calm and match his demeanor.

The introduction went like this. Titan: My name's Titan. Fifteen. 80kg. 5 feet 4 inches. I know I'm fat, so don't dare talk behind my back about it or experience the most excruciating pain you've ever experienced in your entire life. This is not an empty threat, mind you. I'm effin serious. Next!

he proudly said. I was too stunned to speak. Honestly, I didn't anticipate this man to be so gentle and kind towards me. He behaves as if he were my servant. He consistently surprises me with everything he does. I am more convinced that he is more than just a rebel. As I gaze upon his small attractive face, undeniably, Teofilo possesses that V-shaped chin. His lower lip is full and the upper lip is quite appealing. He has thick, well-groomed, straight eyebrows that complement the appearance of his almond-shaped double-eyelid eyes. His nose is aesthetically pleasing and soft. His skin tone is slightly darker, and he stands at a height of 1.79 meters.

Fatima stated which made my eyes widened. I took the coffee I had in my hand and gave it to him. Zamir arched his eyebrows before taking a sip on his coffee. "Right, you wouldn't give him a coffee if he wasn't. Yes?" Fatima smirked. My cheeks burned red, but I managed to look away so that Fatima wouldn't see it. Damn! What should I do? "She told you about her boss?" Zamir said, smirking. Fatima giggled. "Hmm, yes. She said her boss was around 6 foot 4 inches! Lorenzo was 6 foot 2 inch that's why I know it was you! Besides, Claudia said he smelled nice and good-looking!"