Zayn Malik Height Novels & Stories

All I knew was I was running, and I was doing it as fast as possible…well, until I bumped into something as hard as a wall. “Easy…” The voice came in, and a hand surged forward, grabbing my arms and holding me still from falling. My breath hitched slightly, and I cast a glance, but in that brief moment of confirmation, all the air in my lungs vanished, and I froze. I had been too broken to play the voice in my head, but thinking about it now, he sounded as hot as he looked. Zaydeen Black of the Blacktorn stood at a reckless 6’4”, towering above me with a fucking six-inch advantage. He was dressed in a cosmic night suit, yet it hugged his figure so well my inner self churned from the sight.

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!]

My eyes were slicker than my brain as they slides to her hand to see the designer bag she was carrying. Then I realized that I wasn't in the same category as Zayn. He thinks that all I could give him is my body because he thought he had everything. "I'm sorry about that, Mrs. Black. I was just sitting at the second roll during the game, I just forgot to say hello." I responded to her and glanced at Mr. Black who was staring straight at me. He was so tall. At about 6ft6, I had to strain my head before I can see his eyes. Yes, I am very short.

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.

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—"

just wrote what i felt like) it's kinda funny that i am 5'7 which is quiet tall for a girl but still i am like a tiny little compact object infront of Zayn. he must be atkeast 6'3 (yeah. i also have no clue about Zayn's height. )

RIDING THE BAD BOY ZIVEN MADDOX (ML) - 32 YRS ZAYLA HOLLIS (FL) - 21 YRS ZAYLA The silence that followed after Zane's exit was thick and daring. I could feel Ziven's gaze on me, but I didn't dare return it. Unable to sit still anymore, I sat up, about to go to my room, kitchen, anywhere but here.

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.

“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.

Now, here he was, her unexpected saviour. Her eyes wandered over his features, taking in details she had never noticed before. Up close, Zayn Graham was even more impressive than his photos in business magazines suggested. He was tall, Rina guessed around 6'7", with broad shoulders filling out his expertly tailored suit. His skin was light, a contrast to his short dark hair. A neatly trimmed light beard and moustache framed his strong jaw. Everything about him exuded wealth and power, from his perfectly polished shoes to the subtle glint of an expensive watch on his wrist.