Zackary Arthur Height Novels & Stories

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...

He was actually as intimidating as Zayn. He appeared to have a skinny figure, but he was very tall. He stood at an astonishing height of 1.9 meters and that was why he appeared so skinny. Moreover, he ranked eighth on the Olympian list and had defeated quite a number of highly skilled fighters in his life. In his eyes, Zayn was just an amateur.

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.

I was really angry. Darcy was no longer polite. He said forcefully, “Get out quickly. Don’t force us to do this.” “Don’t mess around.” Lola tried to call their bodyguards in. Unfortunately, how could their bodyguards compare to Evan’s bodyguards? Especially Darcy, who was the world boxing champion for five years. He was six feet and nine inches tall and covered in mussels. All of Evan’s bodyguards were under the command of training. On normal days, he would even accompany Evan to practise boxing.

He had saved her life and had done his best. He stood up, pointed inside, and then outside. His meaning was very clear. He told her not to go in again! If she wanted to live. He suddenly stood up. His height... was 1.9 meters, which was unusual.

And Zachary even said that she's small. (He's just tall! Back on earth, I am the tallest of my three friends. So, how dare he call me short. I'm just 15!) Zachary gulped when he saw Soheila staring at him. If stares could kill people, he would have been dead by now. For a second, he was silent but smirked suddenly Soheila's left eyebrow lifts when she saw his smirk. "You're small though. I'm one head and a half taller than you," He looked down as he said that and even gestured his hand and showed Soheila the height difference between them.