Greek For Handsome Novels & Stories

“I’m coming to bed, ‘zoi mou’, Adrastos murmured impassively.” (n/a - Here means ‘sweetheart’, ‘honey’, ‘darling’ but usually means ‘my life’) Electa clutched the duvet all the tighter. “Are you joking? Not in this bed! And not with me, you’re not!” His response was to cast the robe aside with the casual grace of silent intent. He was wearing nothing beneath it, not a single solitary stitch, and was so absolutely carelessly at home with his naked beauty he just stood there and let her look her fill.

His strong arms wrapped over me. I looked at the towering man over me. Woah. He was the most attractive man I had ever seen. His dark hair was perfectly tousled, his sharp jawline looked like it had been carved by the gods themselves, and his beautiful green eyes made my knees weak. Oh. My. God. A Greek god. That’s what he was. He was perfect. Utterly, undeniably perfect. I couldn’t stop staring, my mind blank except for one overwhelming thought: I want him.

His shoulders flexing while using knife! "It's rude to stare at someone Blue", he teased. "Wh..at?.. I'm not staring at your muscles", after finishing the sentence I gasped myself. "So you are admitting that you staring at my body",he turned completely towards me. His...Abs...one,two,three,four,five,six,seven,eight..Eight packs!! Infront of me is standing a Greek god!! He is devilishly handsome with his morning look. His messy hair...oh god!! I want to pull it in between my hands!!!

she thanked him curtly and turned away after she took note of his beautiful facial features. He had slightly beaky nose but it wasn’t at all ugly. In fact, it made him look attractive. His face was truly handsome with high cheekbones, thick but perfectly formed brows like they were sculpted deliberately by the gods who had nothing to do. He had strong jaw and lips that looked hard and firm. Plus, there was this hidden sensuality on his red lips. Overall, he was a beautiful man indeed! Beautiful like a Greek god. Note to self. He’s a gorgeous Gypsy-looking man with an American accent! How is that for a unique man like him?

“Ooh, now you have to tell me everything. What does he look like? Is he hot?” I groaned, but there was no way out of this now. “He’s… tall, dark hair, these piercing eyes that kind of see right through you.” I paused, my stomach flipping as I remembered the way he’d looked at me. “And yeah, he’s ridiculously handsome. Like, model-handsome.” Sophia gasped, clutching her chest dramatically. “Alessia, are you telling me you went on a date with a Greek god and didn’t call me immediately after?”

Kim could almost see the sly smile that was probably on his face at that moment. She smiled back,"And you better pick up when she does, or else... " He laughed heartily, sending warm fuzzy feelings down Kim's body from her head right down to her toes. "Hey, babe," he said gently, "How's Greece treating you?" "Greece is absolutely amazing, the weather is great, the food is amazing and the men are hot." "The men are hot?" Kim smiled, mischief ok her face, she knew she had stirred up the pot. "Ah yes of course, as it turns out, the "Greek god body" stereotype has some quite strong basis."

He did it but I think it's more haggard to look at? I don't find him handsome at all. I have another definition for that word. My handsome is a man with angelic face, soft features and the mestizo type. And I’m sure it wasn’t him. His features killed the word angelic. All of him looks hard. There is no trace of tenderness, even in the eyes. He looks like he doesn’t have weakness at all, which I’m sure is impossible. "I thought you weren't coming," I said sarcastically.

Kismet Translation: Fate Origin: Turkish 2 He is taking my breath away. He is very handsome. Very very very handsome. Manly handsome. Scruffy handsome. Goodness. Look at him! His facial beard is making him even more mature and hot. And damn his light clear blue eyes are to die for. It's so blue that I think it's almost colorless. I'm lost for words to answer him cos he's oozing with sex appeal. He's ridiculously hot. His eyes are not heavy-lidded anymore. His very intense and penetrating stares are making my morning awkward.

If Alex was sharp, commanding, and ruggedly handsome, this man was smooth, sculpted… like some untouchable Greek god had just wandered into our living room. And he was looking right at me. Our eyes met, and my heart flipped.

His face was inches away from mine. Breathless, I took in his other features. And I was lost for words. Strong chiseled jaws, prominent chin, beautiful sharp nose, firm desirable lips and a wide forehead. Not even a strand of his jet black hair was out of place. He wore it long, the ends touched his neck. Just like a Greek god. Gone that charming boyish look, everything about him now screamed man. A powerful rough man. I was breathless, my gaze couldn't move from his face. I didn't know age made people that much beautiful. No, beautiful wasn't the word. Words couldn't describe Achilles Valencian.