Greek For Handsome Novels & Stories

He concerned looks at her and asks" is this young lady fine?" Victoria knew one thing Alexander was the most handsome man she had ever seen in earn. Although he was cruel and bad to her, she said that he had a feature Greek-like God. but today seeing young master Li she can say that another handsome man is having Greek God features in Country A. As well as he was polite sweet and humble not like that monster Alexander. She sweetly smiles and shakes her head.

His muscular chest and arms had been straining against his shirt, leaving no doubt he was powerful. His face was that of a Greek God finely chiseled in all the right ways. His dark hair was nearly black, but not quite it laid in silky waves around his face . His well-groomed mustache and beard were the same dark color. His eyes were sensual pools of caramel with just a hint of blue. And oooohhh, his lips were full and lush begging to be kissed........the sound of my phone ringing brought me out of my trance. I looked down to see my brothers handsome face. I swipped to the right and answered it on the third ring.

He was a Greek god and damn, he was perfectly sculpted. He had a few faded marks on his toned abs but that just made it more attractive. How could a man be this attractive?

I asked looking away, avoiding his eyes. "Do you want to also see him naked?" "I would love too.." I mumbled beneath my nose but I guess he heard it. "You are a shameless woman." He began walking towards me ignoring the fact naked. He looked like a male model. Unusually too good for an average male model he had a Greek God physique. His features seemed to be molded from granite.His hair was wet on his face. He really looked handsome, delicious. "So you like seeing handsome men naked" He asked nose to nose and the only thing thought of doing was close my doing and memorising his ...

Not just any man, but the most handsome man I had ever laid my eyes on leaning on the wall, his sky grey deep eyes looking at me, studying me as I gulped my eyes couldn’t shift away from his Greek bodice And I felt something pulling me to him, something dangerous.

My heart raced as I moved my fingers closer to his muscular arm. Finally, I touched the tattoo, running my finger along the outlines of the woman's eyes. "She really does have my eyes," I thought, tears welling up in my eyes. "She's so beautiful," I murmured, gazing at his face once more. "You are so beautiful," I whispered, causing my heart to flutter and butterflies to dance in my belly. Then, my eyes landed on the writing beneath the portrait. "That's your name, but it's written in Greek. Κασσάνδρα," he spoke.

Get your head out of the gutter. But truth be told, he was smoldering hot. His face cut was that of a Greek God and his physique was that of a hunk. A handsome hunk. For a moment I thought I was in love with him. But the irony, I didn't even know his name. Wow, Arabella! Exactly why your love life equals zero.

Their face was so close together Vian ended up getting trapped on the bed as he had both of his arms beside her body, locking her in between. Their eyes met each other and Adonis placed a finger on her hairline, slowly moving it down to her cheek. Every time Vian saw the man up close she could not help but notice how handsome the man was. Of course, Adonis was already handsome and well-built from afar but from up close he was the kind that could make any woman’s heart beat quickly. It was said he had a bit of Greek blood within him, perhaps it was the reason why his brows and lashes were so thick. The way he stared at her was filled with pure adoration.

It cast an eerie glow against Marcus’s face, accentuating his Greek God feature. Giselle raised her right hand, her fingers touching Marcus’s face, trailing through his oval face shape, sharp jaw-line, high bridge nose, his thin but tempting lips, his piercing eyes. The Greek God alpha looked at Giselle, the look in his eyes was so deep that it felt like a bottomless abyss. The more Giselle stared into it, the more it pulled her in, the deeper she fell into it. Yet, the fall was not as harsh as she thought it would be, but rather comforting and assuring as his cedarwood scent kept on telling her that she would be fine.

He’s a peace maker, quiet, always thinking of others. Lastly there is Andrew. Oh, Andrew. Name of Greek origin, as well. Meaning: “Manly, courageous warrior” and he is every bit the warrior. He is the strongest in our pack by far. He’s also a hot-head and has some anger issues. Some women are attracted to that.