Zackary Arthur Height Novels & Stories

She was afraid of running into Laurence’s friends here. “Do you want to go somewhere else, Arielle?” “What? No way! Nightbloom has the most dashing male escorts.” “W-What?” “Male escorts!” Zoey was dumbfounded. “I heard they’re all six feet tall,” Arielle said suggestively as she leaned into Zoey and asked directly into her ear, “Is Laurence Scott six feet tall?” Zoey’s face was unbearably hot and she even felt the surrounding air temperature rise. “I-I think so,” she answered after taking a deep breath.

Their size difference was huge. She was like a fun size in front of his gigantic 6' 2" tall figure. Not to say, his brown hair was slicked back and the metal frame of spectacles sits perfectly on his nose. He tilts his head to the side, removes his spectacles and tapping his thighs. Cassandra could feel her excitement drip down her thighs, just by looking at the male. Zayn looked extraordinarily attractive. No wonder he always made it to the front page of every magazine she's been reading.

Zareth was imposing, standing at least six and a half feet tall, his presence instantly intimidating, but he made sure not to stand out so he wouldn't be noticed easily. "Oh...Silas," Zareth said, his lips curling into a menacing smirk that sent a shiver down Silas's spine. Zareth towered over Silas who stood at 5'10 feet. "I hope all is well? You look like you have seen a ghost.." "Oh, me?" Silas chuckled nervously. "I'm just tired," he added quickly. "In that case. Goodnight." He turned to leave before Zareth could delve any deeper into his distress. As soon as he was a few steps away, his breath hitched. He stumbled, his chest tightening, gasping for air.

The man was obviously not George because of his height. Sigrid was almost 1.7 meters tall. The man was only less than ten centimeters taller than the woman next to him. This meant that his height was between 1.75 and 1.8 meters. George's height was close to 1.9 meters tall. The content of the following post was all speculations mentioning how George had been cheated on.

“My eyes were shocked by the sudden change of vision. You and your guest have a huge gap when in terms of height.” Gritting his teeth, Harold looked at Dwight who is 182 centimeter height. If Dwight looks so tall compared to Harold who’s 164 cm height, then how about comparing against Adler who’s 186 centimeter height? Whatever the answer is, Harold only wanted to kill Dwight right here, right now. “Don’t test my patience,” he threatened to Dwight. “Calm down, Delta,” Dwight said with chuckles. “We are in public place. Don’t ruin your kind image. Or else, you’ll have hard time working as spy~”

Valarie pressed her lips together and replied, "Mr. Updike, I think we should get straight to the point since this is a blind date. Besides, since you want to watch the races, you probably don't have much time for this." Zayn caught the flash of displeasure in Valarie's eyes and realized he had been a bit too casual. He cleared his throat and adopted a serious tone. "Okay, Ms. Weir, let me reintroduce myself. My name is Zayn Updike. I'm 6'1" tall and weigh 75 kg. I graduated from the University of Lanton with a degree in business management. I don't smoke or drink, and I have no bad habits. I'm healthy—"

His assistant and driver were surprised because he never bothered about things or people like that. "I'm stepping out right now." He said, shocking them even more. His assistant quickly came out with an umbrella and ran to the other side, opening the door and holding the umbrella for him. Zachary, who was six feet two inches tall, walked over to the girl and stared at her for a while. Finally, he said, "I want her to be taken to the hospital if she's still alive." His assistant stared at him in surprise. Zachary wasn't known for being kind or helping strangers, but it wasn't in his place to question him.

Zach had never met a parking rule he gave a shit about. As he got closer, the driver’s door opened, and Zach stepped out, 6 ft 3 of raw power and confidence… broad through the chest and shoulders, his black t-shirt stretched tight from years of underground MMA fights. His black hair was slightly messy like he'd dragged a hand through it on his way over, and those sharp piercing blue eyes locked on Noah immediately. Even in a simple black t-shirt and jeans, he looked like danger wrapped in sin and temptation.

Not soft golden brown, but deep amber that glowed under the dim lights like something wild hiding beneath a human’s skin. For several seconds, my brain completely failed to function. This couldn’t be him… The entire city talked about Zackary Walton. He was a sick old man hidden from society after that scandalous downfall. But that man in his early thirties looked powerful enough to destroy people with a single glance. His observant gaze moved over me, scanning me unapologetically. I clutched the fabric of my gown and stood up, my voice steady. “A-Are you Zackary Walton?”

He unhooked my bra through my sheer yellow blouse, smirking playfully as his hand wandered to my chest. Although he was handsome and I was short on money, I hadn't reached the point of selling my body. I didn't confront him immediately as I knew he was a generous benefactor. I was about to feign anger and brush his dirty hand away when Zack appeared at that moment. Dressed in a sharp black suit, he wore a stern expression on his handsome face and exuded an air of hostility. He was so tall that I barely reached his shoulder despite being almost five foot six.