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 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.

a tough, husky voice resonated from behind, jolting me out of my thoughts. “I…” “What’s your name?” he asked, tracing my body, staring from my neck down to my breast, and finally his hand went to my vagina causing me to flinch. “Don’t touch me with your filthy hands!” I spat across his face. Yes, talking about having a good feature…oh moon goddess! The man standing right in front of me looks not only like a Greek god, but he’s like the men in fairytales. I’ve never seen a rogue this handsome. I never thought he would do that.

Handsome is the first word that comes to mind as I take in his sharp, chiseled features and dark hair. I let my eyes wander over the werecat, down his carved muscles, and lower still until I can’t stop the blush when the obscenely large and not even erect length of him catches my eye. Swinging between his legs without a care in the world that he could seriously hurt someone with that thing.

“Are you nervous?” The slender curve of her throat convulses. “A little.” I brush my lips over her jaw. “We don’t have to do this tonight. We can wait.” She wraps her arms around my neck. “No. I want to.” “You’re sure?” She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip and nods. “Turn over for me, agape mou.” “What does that mean?” She asks. “I'll tell you later.” I tell her. It's the Greek word for my love because I am in love with her, but I don't want to scare her off.

He was handsome like Greek gods, even he looked breath-taking while sniffing the air around me. Alpha clutched my arm in his claw, his low deterred growl sent my heart into frenzy. His voice was rough and cold, but the authority in his Alpha tone buckled my knees. He leaned in, and said, “Erasthai!”

I mused. "Well, I have your answer. For starters, I'm handsome so she will definitely not punch me and also I am quite amicable", he said smugly. I looked at him with a bored expression. Handsome? I could agree but amicable? from which angle? "Seriously?" I asked dryly. He stopped walking and furrowed his eyebrows, "No? you don't think I'm good-looking?" He furrowed his eyebrows.

He asked. "You chose this restaurant knowing what the word Eros means right? You're still teasing me right?" I sulked when he chuckled. "I didn't notice the relevance. Eros means god of erotic love in Greek mythology, yeah. I swear! I'm not teasing you anymore." He raised his right arm as if pledging. "Tch! Let's just order." I clicked my tongue and covered my face with the menu. "Aww, Ria, I promise, I wasn't teasing you anymore. Hey, don't be mad. I was just kidding, I won't do it anymore. Ria. Ria. Ria." He whimpered and laid his head on the table and sulked.

I look down at the locket, at the bottom of the chain, just dangling softly against my skin. "It's... beautiful." I say stunned. "I'm glad you like it." He smiles and kisses hard. "What does it say?" I ask as I fiddle with it, reading a word on the back; Κατερίνα. "Katerina, and Katerina means pure. It's written in Greek." He traces the design with his thumb. It says my name?... I blush. "I love it, thank you." I reach up and hug his neck. He kisses my neck in return and I smile as we both pulled away. "Are you packed?" He asks me. "Eh, just about." I groan and plop down on the bed.