Zackary Arthur Height Novels & Stories

Fuck, this is insane—my head hurts. I grabbed my head, pressing it against my forehead. "AURORA!" The familiar voice pulled me into the sense Jacob is standing leaning against the door, and my expression turned soft as soon as my eyes captured his beauty. He is incredibly handsome, standing 193cm tall, with broad shoulders and absolutely defined muscles under his crisp white shirt and blue Arman suit—his broad shoulders straining at the seams of his Armani jacket. The slim-cut, tailored pants only serve to highlight the impressive bulge at his crotch.

I smiled. Just because he was a freaking 6'1, Zack always made it a habit to make fun of my height. That was also the reason of most occasion I don't stand next to him. I'm really sensitive about my height and he knows that, he just likes being an asshole once in a while. I mean, give a girl a break, would ya? We got everything we needed and headed to the cashier's table so we could pay and head out. I joined a cue and stood behind a burly man, with Zack on a call I busied myself by watching a beautiful couple on the right.

He was standing straight and wasn't wearing the clothes he was when I fell asleep. " Zane you are standing but weren't you supposed to be like bedridden or something? and how the hell are you standing straight? you are suppose to be in pain.! Wait come here.." he came closer and I made him sit on the bed his back facing me. I quickly removed his shirt and gasped his back! his freaking back was smooth like a baby not even a single scar to show that he was hit! My uncle Arthur who lives in new York was once shot on the spine and he hasn't been able to walk since but Zane he is....

He had realized that her car was not properly locked, so he had waited for her inside… “Actually, you don’t have to do this. I know you’re very busy and I can drive myself. He he… I can do more than drive. I’m a really good driver too. I can go home on my own from now on. You don’t have to pick me up.” “I’m not busy.” Zachary, who was more than 185 centimeters tall, looked very regal. “I know that I’m a burden to you right now. If you don’t want me to come, I can stop coming altogether.”

When he saw her, he jogged towards her with a smile. His house was huge and magnificent. It was like one of those castles that you would normally see in movies or dramas. His father was a billionaire. They were in almost all types of businesses and had branches internationally as well. Zack was a handsome man, though he was younger than her. He was 20, and she was 26, but despite the age difference, they were very close. He had beautiful, brown hair and dark brown eyes. His skin color was pale, paler than a normal human color, and he was muscular.

Zack's mom says, and 'Tara was not comfortable with doctor Richard arriving, she was confused about what to do, The following day, doctor Richard arrived but he didn't resume work the same day he came, and the second of his arrival to the country, he visits some patients whose conditions were critical, and he later visits Zack, “how are you?“ doctor Richard says, “Am not fine” Zack says, “Can you stand on your feet?“ the doctor says, “I can try,” Zack says, “Okay, try, let me see,” the doctor says, and Zack drops out of the bed and he staggered, and the doctor held him to sit on the bed, and he tried again and he stood but nervous and shaking, his legs did not balance on the floor but he ke

"SHHH." Mom instantly placed a calming hand on uncle Alanson's shoulder. "Just let him, Alanson." I turned around to observe Zack's back as he walked away from us. I could not dispute that even when he was on his back, he had a naturally vicious and disdainful appearance. He was just as tall as his brother. In comparison to Zack and Ryle, I would appear so little. His aura and stance were quite masculine and somber. I have never seen such a gorgeous man before...

One of the bodyguards gave Zayn a push but was unable to nudge him. It was like Zayn was a pillar pinned to the ground. “Hmm?” The foreign bodyguard creased his brows and scowled. How dare this runt get in their way? He increased his force to shove Zayn’s chest while wearing a malicious smirk. Towering at 6’2” and weighing over 220 pounds, it was a piece of cake for him to push a scrawny man like Zayn.

A sad, glittery banner declared “Class of 2015 – A Decade of Destiny!” I was nursing a warm, shitty beer, trying to look politely interested as Stacy Miller recounted her third kid’s potty-training saga, when I felt it. A shift in the atmosphere. A prickle on the back of my neck that had nothing to do with the shitty AC. I turned. And there he was. Leaning against the bleachers like he owned the fucking place. Zack. He’d filled out since he was eighteen. The lanky frame was now solid, a wall of muscle under a simple black button-down, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showcasing the intricate tattoos that snaked up his forearms.

My heart was in my throat as I watched him walk towards me. Zaire wasn't tall, nor was he a short guy. Since I was 6'3 ,I would assume that he was probably around 5'10. He was wearing blue pajama bottoms and a grey hoodie that looked similar to one of the many ones I owned. He had on a pink bonnet on his head, which made him look so cute. Not cute like a girl, but cute like a strong athletic guy with clear skin and a pink bonnet on his head.