Zayn Height Novels & Stories

They are only limited to a desk. Mr. Zayn ws in his forties and looked slim. His jet black hair was neatly combed and shiny. "Is there anything I can help?" he said while adjusting his glasses.

Main leads: . Zayn is a son of Steven Aurora (who owning by famous Aurora industries , Malls , college and schools) in England and future heir of Aurora group. He also 3rd young richest son in the world. Zayn is basically famous car Racer and idol of youngsters too.

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—"

It’s been five years since the tragic accident, Harden sat on his balcony cushion, and his wheelchair is always by his side. His mother refused he stepped down for his cousin to care for the company so he worked from home. While looking through some documents, two faint sounds of laughter coming from his room door became louder as the twin rushed toward their father giggling. They are five years and some months old. Zayn has fully turned into his father look alike, Zia's red and black hair has grown so long and curly with the red hair becoming more visible than the black hair.

They both exclaim together and I hiss. “Look…” Zainab starts, placing her elbows on the table and leaning forward, “…ever seen those slate-blue hazel mix orbs up close? The hunk is damn six-foot-seven inches! Seen those biceps and all the finely sculpted muscles before?! He’s a crusher!” She goes on with his praises and I blow out a sigh. “Don’t forget those eyes of his hold mysterious powers too. They bewitch every woman he merely glances at in the eyes and they fall effortlessly. I know he’s a stench and chronic player, but…” Zana leans forward, trying to defend him and I huff.

And the irony of the situation was not lost on them. Opportunity which Tyson exploited to brag that he had a girl on her way to join them. “Glad I didn’t rely on Casanova here to bring girls,” he told us. Zayn who was sitting on the bench between Malik and Darren seemed to be the quiet one of the three. He had red hair shaved on both sides of his face, and long and styled at the top, with an equally red two inches beard, a white button-down and black slacks. He looked like a mix between elegance and bad-boy, with obvious tattoos on his arms, visible by his rolled-up sleeves.

A guard stood at the door as I sat across Zayn. We tried to hug each other but were told to refrain from physical contact. So we only relished being in the same room as each other. I could smell his cologne and that placed a warm feeling in my chest. “So, uh…how are you?” Zayn began as he flashed me a small smile. He was wearing jeans, a plaid shirt, and converse on his feet. It was clear that he needed a haircut, his hair was getting longer.

So now, Larrisa and I are growing to care for him. I’m not exaggerating when I say that Zane is built like a tank. As a Gamma, it’s in his genes to grow over seven feet tall and at this point he’s damn near seven feet tall, already at six feet eleven inches. He’s bulky, with ripped muscles that could make any woman swoon. He could pass for Chris Hemsworth’s identical twin, I suppose, but a younger bulkier version of him. His attitude towards me and women in general has always been a turnoff for me, but now that he’s changing, I can see that the man is stacked and hotter than hell.

I praised and explained Cornelius' reputation as the Tyrant Black Knight of Whitheld. "You and he share that aura. I guess you can say not only for your beauty I adore but also your strong aura," Zayn smiles as he says, making me blush. I clear my throat and ruffle his hair. "You sure are a sweet talker for a boy." Zayn grabbed my hand and stood over me, standing over six feet. He has grown taller too. I remembered he was shorter than me when I first met him, but after five years, he has grown taller than I have to crane my neck to look up at him.