Zackary Arthur Height Novels & Stories

Zara nodded her head as she covered her mouth with her palm to hold back the cry that was itching her throat. Ethan slid the ring in her finger, stood up and pulled her slender body into a hug, tears blurring his vision. “I’m not going anywhere, Zara. I’ll always be here for you. Always.” For the first time since she’d seen the test result, Zara exhaled a shaky breath. She let herself believe him, her fears melting away in the warmth of his embrace. Zara stood around 5’6 causing Ethan to tower over her as they hugged even though he was just 5’10.

Like his CFO, Zane Alexander packed an extra punch in person. For one thing, he was plain old big—6’4” or 5” with muscle packed onto his muscle and shoulders she was certain could still play quarterback. Staring at him from her height-challenged state easily could have overwhelmed her. Rebecca was fortunate she was ballsier than she looked.

He was in a foul mood after my little outburst in the parking lot. "Hey May right," a guy appeared and I recognized him to be Zack Hart. Every school had a golden boy; with perfectly tanned skin, the height of a pro basketball player, a face that looked like he was the son of a Greek God, dark hair, and eyes that were alluring. And for Arizona High that just happened to be Zack Hart. He was athletic, intelligent and with his good looks, some would say he was walking perfection. Every girl wanted to be with him and every boy wished they were him. I was no different. I had the biggest lamest crush on him in the tenth grade— when my head wasn't stuck in a book.

Yasir turned his head towards her and glanced at her. She gave him her best puppy dog eyes melting his anger away, he dejectedly opened his arms for her. Zoya grinned widely and hugged her father. Her head on his shoulder being 5'9 compared to her 6'0 foot tall father she stood just a few inches below him.

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.

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Agatha grumbled. She assessed the men as she released her hold on Mark and he fell back onto the chair cushion. A scowl of annoyance consumed his proud, aristocratic face. Of Nordic descent, Mark was the largest of the three friends. He stood six-feet-four-inches with strong, muscular thighs and a big barreled chest. When he wasn’t working at his law practice, he was in the gym lifting weights. He had a comely face with a square jaw. As symmetry goes, his hazel eyes were just a little too close together. Yet they somehow looked perfectly set over his straight nose.

"Who are you? Why did you pour out the drink?" Aaron placed the empty glass on the table and smiled. "Why? Because I can't stand to see a grown man like you splash juice at a woman." Gibby stood up and realized he was significantly shorter than Aaron, who was 186 centimeters tall. Gibby's height hardly came close to being 180 centimeters as he had claimed. He felt utterly humiliated in front of a man who far surpassed him in looks and height, and that led to increased agitation from him. "This is between me and my girlfriend! Who are you to butt in and interfere? Get out of my sight and stop meddling in other people's affairs!"

"Get up. Stand right here." Zane stood, his massive 6'4" frame towering over me as I sat on the edge of the desk. I reached down, my hands trembling with a sudden, feral urge as I unbuckled his tactical belt, pulling his dark trousers down to his thighs. His thick, rigid length sprang free, throbbing and massive under the blue office light.

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.