Booktok Greece Novels & Stories

Chapter 1 Men, Huge In-between~ Cassandra "Hmm. I've always wondered about Greek Gods and the Plutonian's men with coçk so huge they'll destroy your pússy as they thrust into you with deep strokes, eliciting dark pleasures and desire so raw, you'd see stars." My best friend said, flipping the pages of her book. I sigh, dropping my head on the top of the driver's side. We were on our way to the Prominent Dark City, a club for the elites. Anyone in that club, probably owns more than ten hotels and restaurant around the world.

We got lost in the fortified Byzantine citadel of Emporio and light a candle in one of the island's oldest churches, Palia Panagia. We stopped for home-style meze at the traditional kafenio in Megalochori, and stock up on ceramics from Earth and Water, the workshop of renowned potters, Andreas Makaris and Kristi Kapetanaki. The villages of Messaria, Exo Gonia, and Akrotiri also harbour plenty of easy-going local life. Caden and I also did some local shopping. Boutique in Oia was the place for breezy summer staples in linen and Greek cotton.

he asked, still standing in his spot. "The Greek word Αναλυτικό, what does it mean?" I asked, my voice very soft. "I was trying to find out, but there is nothing in this book," he replied. "That means there is another book," I said. "Where can we find it?" I demanded, my voice laced with urgency. "Er, " he hesitated. "I don't," he replied, and abruptly crouched, covering his head with both hands.

She giggled as she replied to the messages. Who was she texting? He wondered. "Freddy sent me a funny meme." She said typing and giggling. His face fell and he had a bitter taste in his mouth. Then again, he remembered that Freddy was actually gay. "So, where in Greece are we headed?" She asked as she dropped her phone, her attention on him. "Thessaloniki." Jaxon responded. Roxanne's eyes widened with glee. " Ooh that's one of the best places in the world and with less tourists too." She chattered.

Warm sunlight sparkled across the gentle waves, while the air carried the clean, briny scent of the Ionian Sea mixed with pine from the nearby hills and the faint sweetness of grilled seafood from beachside tavernas. Alexei Dragan, 42, had planned this trip meticulously — a much-needed escape from his high-stakes business dealings in Bucharest. Tall, powerfully built with sharp Eastern European features, olive skin, and piercing steel-gray eyes, he carried the quiet intensity of a man used to controlling empires. He had taken the long bus ride from Tirana to Ksamil seeking peace and untouched beauty. What he hadn’t planned was the sex. But fate — or the gods — delivered.

“Can I have my library book back?” I looked under the shelf and tensed when I spotted The Legend of Lycaon gleaming in the shadows like some ancient relic waiting to be discovered. I picked it up, held it out, and gestured toward it. “Why do you want this?” This was not just any book. This was a Greek mythology text about the first lycan. Clara drew in a sharp breath and chewed the inside of her lip, meeting my eyes for only a second before looking away as if she feared my reaction. “Because I do …”

When I see a younger female next to him with a baby on her hip, I almost cringe but hold it in. “This is my mate Meadow, and one of our many grandchildren,” Ben says, proudly gesturing. We all make our introductions as they join our table. I briefly explain what we’re after, and much to my surprise Meadow lights up. “You know, when I first came to Greece, I was so out of my element. I was determined to learn about the culture, the people since I knew little to nothing. I spent a lot of time in the amazing library here, and I remember reading about red wolves in a book. I was excited to find a book here about my own people even though I only knew myths about the reds,” she says. I straighten

Elsie asks suddenly, her eyes on the book at my table "I love to read," "You do?" I asked, my interest in this woman grew fonder each time we held a conversation "I like to study Greek mythos in my spare time," I paused and laughed nervously "It's pretty nerdy I know," "Oh not at all," Elsie replied, her eyes widened "I love Greek Mythology! All those incredible Gods and their stories," she took the seat opposite mine at the desk and pulled the book toward her, opening it she began to flick through the pages "Which is your favourite?"

That simple action seared him with a heated pleasure. "Don't apologize for everything." Her lashes fluttered as she looked at him, a secretive smile on her lips. "I've not wronged you by all my actions then?" He laughed. "Not all your actions." She studied the book she held, then opened the pages and sighed. "My mistake: I forgot you could not read Greek." Godric reached for the novel she held. While the title was typeset in English, the text itself was entirely in Greek. "This is one of my favorite stories. My father never cared for novels, but he loved the classics and would read this one to me often." She held it out to him. "Would you read it to me?"

Hence, she put it back in its spot among other dusty books and walked to another shelf. She came across a couple of other books but she knew none of them will give her any information on what she sought after; ‘Moon Goddess' Mate’ by U. Tipper, ‘The Hybrid's special Guide’ by L. O. Klark, ‘Tribid Greed’ by Steve Reynolds, and a lot of other books.