Greek For Handsome Novels & Stories

Why will I even think about that man at this beautiful moment in time. How can I even possibly think about his name?. All he's about is pride and selfishness, if only someone would help me teach him a lesson one day. But damn, this bro before me is super handsome, I can’t believe what I’m seeing. The white Tee he wore under the shirt was tight enough to reflect those sexy babies called abs. His skin tone is to die for…... “When you're done checking me out, please tell me so I'll ask you if you need anything” He speaks English, the Greek god speak English.

I stared and studied him. I expected nothing but striking because Cas was handsome with a wicked smile. But his picture didn’t do justice. Not even a little. He looked like a modern Greek god. His dark curled hair was pulled back in a fashionable way. His dark hooded eyes held a lot of untold memories, and his lashes were envied by many women. He stood like a warrior. His body was taut and trim, and those biceps. Damn, this man was a perfect masculine. He had a strong jaw straight nose, and those lips were full and now spread into a full-blown smile.

His face is a work of art, not just any art, but the masterpiece, with carved high cheekbones, a strong jawline and sensual lips, like a myth Greek god. His cologne crushing the scent of others, and his dark piercing eyes held an intensity that sends a shiver down my spine, and his rich and thick dark hair crowns his divine features with perfection. “He is fucking handsome” I said to Sarah as he came closer, radiating danger and crushing beauty. “You should do anything to get him in your bed, he’s the one I can’t get, and that is the one you should taste, my friend.” Sarah whispered to me. “Hi Jackson, this is Gloria” Sarah said to him as he got to where we stood.

“Please I…” “Call me Josh one more fucking time, Princess.” He growled into my mouth, pulling my head back and breaking the kiss. I came face-to-face with a ruggedly handsome face. The kind that was only seen in Greek myths under the title “god of annihilation” sharp brows, a well-carved nose, and a mouth that looked perfect for kissing. This man made handsome look like a petty compliment. And for whatever reason, my pussy got a furious heartbeat. His dark stormy eyes narrowed as he scanned my face. His grip in my hair tightened and he pulled me close, close enough for me to taste the expensive whiskey on his breath, but too far that I couldn’t reach out and swipe my tongue over his bottom l

And I can see it through his beautiful and deep brown eyes, he is really serious. But first I chose to keep quiet and examine his face carefully, he is really handsome. He is like Adonis, the God of beauty and desire would be ashamed of the inherent elegance and strength features of this stranger. Perfect pointed nose that I want to squeeze, kissable luscious lips that I want to kiss every day, beautiful mesmerizing eyes that I want to stare at all night, my gosh! And his strong jaw lines, which further adds to its Greek God-like image. "Done checking me out, baby?" I returned to my senses when he spoke and grinned playfully. So I blinked and cleared my throat.

Taller than most, more powerful both in build and personality, he resembled a wild animal of the jungle, sleek and dangerous, so alive and vital that at times he scared the living daylights out of her. He was also very proud of his Greek heritage, and he didn’t like being insulted - no Greek did. But Carrie, being Carrie, always seemed to be insulting him. Whatever she said, it always came out wrong.

Never before had I encountered a morning so captivating. Suddenly, a pair of strong arms encircled my small waist, pulling me closer. A deep, husky voice whispered in my ear, "Good morning, beautiful!" I turned around, facing the Greek god who had the power to make my heart race with every encounter. "Good morning," I replied, a smile lighting up my face as I gently stroked his stubbled cheek with my fingers. "Did you sleep well?" "Like a log," he replied, his grin infectious. He captured my hand, guiding it to rest against his cheek, lightly squeezing.

Juliana's pov: The guy in front of me was surely the true definition of a Greek god. I have always said that Lucien is handsome but oh! My goodness this one standing in front of me is a goddamn snack, his jet-black hair flowed down to his shoulder. His hair looks so soft and silk that I want to run my hands on them.

I let out a sigh as he said, “Mate.” I swallowed hard at the lump that formed in my throat. I felt dazed and confused. He looked at me with adoration. He gave me a flirtatious smile on those full lips. His tan skin contrasted with the color of his eyes, his growing beard, and his disheveled brown hair. The man was a true Greek God. Damn Zeus! “What is your name, beautiful?”

said Nick cheerfully. “Please show me” Grandma said looking at him with puppy eyes. “Sure, one sec” replied Nick nodding and started searching for Luke’s most handsome picture. It was a really difficult task because he looks good in every single one of them. No matter what the angel is, Luke looks always striking! “Let me tell you, Grams. He is the most handsome guy you can ever see. He is exquisite, breathtaking, celestial, majestic! He is an absolute Greek God!” said Lily raising her hands in the air.