Zane Phillips Height Novels & Stories

He is a writer for Christ's sake. "Because I am only six years older than you! You are almost old enough to be her father!" She points a trembling finger at me and I want to melt into the wall with my back against it. "And you dare tell me that it isn't how it looks? How does it look to you, Mr. Orion? Tell me, how does this look to you?!" My mother in her flat sandals is maybe five inches shorter than Zane, but with her hands on her hips, her shoulders squared as she stands up to Zane, raising her chin so they are eye level, they could pass for being the same height.

As a habit he folded the arms of his shirt up, his muscles were showing that; he does gym regularly. He saw his reflection in the mirror. Zane has dark black hair with deep brown eyes, curled lashes and arched eyebrows. He has a grain complex and a mere stubble beard and moustache. He has a sharp jaw with a peaked nose and full lips. Overall, the man is very handsome. After giving him a final look he moved away from the dressing mirror. He took his phone and checked for any calls or messages but there was nothing, he put his wallet in the back pocket of his jeans. He put his files in his laptop bag and took the keys from the bedside table and came out of his room. Zane locked the door of his

Although I was looking for love, I was not boy-crazy, or man-crazy in that case. There was nothing boyish about Zane Carrington. He was a very tall muscular man with a handsome stern face lined with a strong jawline. He had a straight nose, dark thick eyebrows and perfectly kissable lips. It seemed like I was in some kind of haze. Now that I had seen the man, I wanted more of him.

“Long story. Z, come on, and for Pete’s sake, leave the Red Vines.” Z secured the top of the Red Vine package with a black binder clip before springing out of his chair. Z was twenty-eight years old and from Ohio. He was tall, skinny, and had freckles and red hair. He also had the restless energy of an eight-year-old boy. Yrah suspected that was why he didn’t gain any weight despite having the appetite of a hippo. The boy only consumed sugar and saturated fats.

His physical attributes were incredible. “B*stards! Who dares attack my home?!” a great roar came, followed by the appearances of many Zanes on the Zane roofs. Their leader was a middle aged man, his expression was cold and composed, his body lean yet toned, his long hair flowed in the wind, a flamboyant foe.

An older man yelled as we got closer to the portal. We all flung our gazes behind us and saw an older version of Zane, but he was a little taller and his hair was turning gray. He was built like a brick house and like Zane, but they didn’t have the same eyes. Zane’s eyes were sliver and his father’s were goldish gray. Zane had short blondish gold hair and his father’s gold locks were fading with age. I look next to his father and another burly man that could only be his best friend. I also saw the girl that they wanted him to marry and was getting annoyed with the situation. I looked up at Zane and saw that he wasn’t happy about his father showing up.

He knocked on Jasmine's door and waited until she shouted ‘Come in’ Before pushing it open, her loud squeal of pleasure when she saw who it was made him smile as she jumped into his arms and hugged him tightly, ‘Phillipe, when did you get back?’ ‘This morning baby sister, its lovely to see you again too’ He dropped her onto the floor and grinned happily at her, neither of them noticed the looks from the other four girls, Phillipe was drop-dead gorgeous. He looked like a rock star, over six feet tall, with shoulder-length blue/black hair and deep sexy blue eyes. His skin was golden like his sister’s and his body was taunt Military muscle, he looked like every woman’s dream Arabian Prince, a

I stood up to go to the bathroom to steel my resolve before finding the doctor myself, but it just so happened that I came across the rehab room where Zane was. Zane sat on a bench doing warm up stretches with his side exposed to me. He was shirtless and seemed to already be sweating as the light glistened off his skin. As he stretched out his whole body, it was then that I realized how perfect his physique was. Broad shoulders; defined and toned muscles; and chiseled, flexible abs… Just like how I used to think of Adrian, Zane looked like he belonged in movies or magazine covers. He was the kind of man that commanded attention, not asked for it. In every way, he was very aesthetically pleas

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—"

Zane. His neighbor from across the hall. Thirty-one years old, tall and built like someone who lifted heavy weights every day. Zane had dark tattoos covering both arms and part of his chest. He worked night shifts and always looked tired and pissed off. Right now he wore only gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips. His broad chest was bare and his jaw was tight with anger. "You have got to be fucking kidding me," Zane said. His deep voice cut through the leftover noise. "It is two in the morning. Some of us actually sleep."