Zackary Arthur Height Novels & Stories

"Good." Zachary was the larger of the two. He had dark brown hair and matching brown eyes. A large scar trailed all the way down to his fingertips on his right arm, cutting across a sleeve of tattoos. He was a few inches shorter than Celus, but his shoiulders and chest were about the same size. He seemed intimidating, but the friendly look on his face said otherwise.

Maybe Beta Zackary knew me. Could he tell me who I was? I took the opportunity and let my gaze trail his outline. He was tall and handsome and stood around 6'3". He had dark curly hair, golden brown skin, and a straight nose. I could see his giant muscles flexed under his royal uniform. He looked fit, strong, and powerful—exactly how a Beta should be. However, I couldn't help noticing that he was much younger than I expected a Beta to be. "Did I say anything to offend you, Beta Zackary?" Angelica stuttered nervously, unable to meet his gaze.

Ari took Grayson's arm and he patted her hand, reassuring her. Then he turned toward the priest and nodded. But she couldn't take her eyes off him. He was about a foot taller than her and stood very tall and straight, adding to his height. There was a regal air about him, one cultivated only with time and having been raised with royalty. Vickie had been right. She could do worse.

Who didn't know the mysterious new guy, Zach? Zachary Archer was a sensation at East Bridge High because of his cold, mysterious vibe—almost antisocial. But with that handsome face and tall frame, Zach was the exception. His aloofness had become a trend. "Is it really that hard to say sorry?" Sara muttered. "Maybe he's in a hurry." "This isn't a train station, Bern." I studied the tall guy with slightly long dark brown hair and piercing eyes. Zach had sharp features—a strong jawline, thin lips, and a perfectly sculpted nose. There were muscles under his shirt, visible on his arms.

His features were more striking, his presence more commanding than I had anticipated. As Brandon drew nearer, I couldn't help but notice the striking contrast between his presence and mine. Standing at five feet nine, I was accustomed to being the tallest among the Volkov ladies, but Brandon seemed to tower over me at a height that must have been at least six feet five. It was a reassuring thought, knowing that I wouldn't have to worry about wearing heels around him; our heights complemented each other effortlessly.

fortune said in an irritated tone. "boy get out of here, I don't like seeing my girlfriend stressed, get up and leave now," Zack said coldly and stared at Brandon like he would beat the hell out of him. Brandon felt a chill go down his spine, Zack's glare made him feel intimidated, looking at Zack's body build, he knew he wouldn't win a fight with such a guy and he was almost 1.8m tall.. Brandon silently stood up and turned to leave. "hey, before you leave," Zack said as he stood up, walked to Brandon's side, and stood in front of him

Chapter 12 Arthur’s POV Luke looks so familiar. But where have I seen him before? I will definitely find out. His height is intimidating. Not for me though. He’s taller than I am, his frame is massive and broad, boulder-like shoulders. He wore a black suit with white shirt, black tie and black neat shoes. He looks very organized and a man with power. If he is a werewolf, I would have seen him in maybe one of the Alphas meeting.

I wanted to kick myself in the ass for the comment. But it was true. Zachary was muscular and tall, with brown hair and hazel eyes. At eighteen, he was already six foot two, and one-hundred and eighty pounds of pure muscle. The girls sometimes sat in the bleachers watching the guy's practice football just to stare at his ass in the tight pants. He chuckled, “The feeling is mutual. What are you having to drink?” “Oh, I was just trying to figure it out. What would you suggest?” Is this how a girl is supposed to flirt? I’ve never had a boyfriend, but I’ve watched as the girls around me mingle with those of the opposite sex.

He looked grieved, pained as he watched his brother pamper like his bride which I am. "Please excuse me." Arthur said as he stood up and left while I watched him. "Excuse me as well your majesty, August, my family." I requested before I moved back and quickly chased after Prince Arthur whose action bothered me. I quickly caught up as I held his hand, pausing his movement as his head whipped to see a young red hair stop him. I released Arthur's hand as he stopped and slowly turned to gaze my smaller figure. I wasn't small for my age, I was five foot seven which is impressive for a lot of women my age as some don't even see five foot five by eighteen summer.

His perfectly cut out face, his chiseled jaw, his hair which he pulls back in a messy bun. “If you don’t want to go home, you can keep staring” his voice jolts me out of my thoughts and I hasten down the stairs, the image of Zach clouding my head again. How can I be thinking of how handsome another man looks on the anniversary of his death? “I am ready to leave” I tell him and raise his head from the paper he is reading. “You didn’t change your clothes?” “I don’t need to” He sighs and stands up, almost 6 ft 1. He has his intimidating presence, one that I have seen only in my brothers and my father.