Zayn Height Novels & Stories

After Zayn had entered the community, he unexpectedly met Hector, the man who had given him several years of nightmare. At that moment, Hector could no longer recognize Zayn. After all, they had only met once before, and Zayn was just five years old at that time. After almost six years, Zayn had already grown up to be a young man, and he was almost 170 meters tall, so it was only natural that Hector did not recognize Zayn.

Needless to say, he wouldn’t let himself be killed so easily. Jason frowned at Zayne. The two wisps of the latter’s mustache looked gentlemanly and mirthful at the corners of his lips with an inexplicable ludicrousness to it. When the siblings were compared to each other, Jason was virtually a giant with a height of approximately two meters. If he didn’t work as an assassin, he could join a basketball team instead. His stocky build made Zayne appear a few sizes smaller, and it was totally believable that he could shield Zayne with his sturdy body when danger befell.

Zayne Campbell held Christine's hand and placed a kiss on the back of her hand. Christine speculated Zayne Campbell to be a short, fat, bald headed middle - aged man. Contrary to her speculation, Zayne is 6 feet and two inches tall, chiselled physique, handsome man in his early thirties. Zayne and Christine had a typical business dinner. Zayne asked a lot of questions about Christine's company which Christine readily answered. After asking questions about her company Zayne asked some questions about her. “How old are you?” Zayne asked as he swirled the wine in the glass.

“So, he speaks.” He rolls his eyes back to the arena. “Seventeen isn’t young for my family. Most of the males I’m related to in some way, shape, or form begin the transition around the age of fifteen or sixteen.” I watch him, taking in the way the relentless sunlight beats down on his eyes, which are a shockingly pretty greenish-blue. Maebelle is, unfortunately, correct in that Zayn is handsome. Very much so. Sharp jaw, regal, straight nose, high cheekbones. His dark brown hair has a slight curl to it that makes him look slightly boyish and unbothered, which is a breath of fresh air after spending years in the company of straight-laced guards and gelled-back hairstyles.

ZAYN I got closer, only to be met with a douchebag trying to force himself on a girl. I instantly saw red as she pleaded for him to let her go, a slight tremble in her voice but he didn't budge. “What part of let her go don't you fucking understand!” I rushed to him, throwing a punch right at his face to get him off her. He fell to the ground like a spineless piece of shit. I was expecting him to stand up and charge at me but he laid there on the ground like a pussy holding on to his broken nose.

That is Izzat's signature. However, when he's smiles, dimples form on both of his cheeks, adding a stunning effect on his handsome face. Izzat has the average height of most boys his age. He is 178 cm, which is five cm shorter than Fakhrul. His body is also lean, with a pair of long, slender legs. If you wished to rank him in terms of looks only, claiming the top three spot was an easy feat.

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.

He was actually as intimidating as Zayn. He appeared to have a skinny figure, but he was very tall. He stood at an astonishing height of 1.9 meters and that was why he appeared so skinny. Moreover, he ranked eighth on the Olympian list and had defeated quite a number of highly skilled fighters in his life. In his eyes, Zayn was just an amateur.

That afternoon, while Zayn was having lunch in a restaurant, he was scrolling through his phone with a smile on his face. He was on cloud nine because his theatrics that morning had become a heated topic within a few hours and a number of people were supporting his stance. [D*mn it. If I had that much money, I would’ve definitely made an even bigger show out of it. But…I don’t have that kind of money!!!] [He’s from a wealthy family with a net worth of millions of dollars. Plus, he’s so handsome… I can’t imagine how wonderful it would be to be the one he’s pursuing… I’m so jealous!]

Zayn replied, his eyes staying on paper in his hand. Will stared at him for a minute and he found himself thirsting over Zayn. He had taken off the jacket of his red 3 piece suit and now had the sleeves of his white shirt pulled up. Will quietly wished he could switch places with the paper that freely got Zayn's gaze fixed on it. Hie eyes trailed up Zayn's chest and he couldn't help but slightly wet his lips. He'd noticed this some weeks ago, but Zayn's build had increased. After being discharged, Zayn had been consistent with the gym room after he noticed he had lost a lot of his build after sleeping for a year, but he's gotten that back in the few past months.