Novel & Cerita Greek God Aesthetic

Air drying it is not the best choice, not when all my products are back at home. “He’s greek?” That’s unexpected. And someone doesn’t surprises me. His coloring, his looks. They all scream god-like, I picture him wearing of those costumes, like the ones on the TV shows; Ares god of war and it brings a smile to my lips. He’s sculpted, from the tip of his nose to the veins that bulge slightly on his arms. Yes, I have noticed a lot of things. He’s kept his distance the moment I stepped into his house but before, that night and obviously around town, it was impossible not to stare.

Will takes this short window to scurry over to Hades, nonchalantly hiding behind him and daring not to face my mockery. Sulking silently Aphrodite takes her place, her seat quite not what I expected of the goddess of beauty and love, with no diamonds and flashy jewels, only simple, comfortable and soft giving an air of laziness. My eyes are drawn away from my mother's smiling face as Zeus' voice thunders in undeniable command. "Now that everyone is here." But I should have known nothing serious would sprout from his mouth. "Let's watch N*****x." My mouth hangs open as a large projector screen appears at one end already loading the first episode of a well known series making Poseidon the god

He would most likely be tired and hungry when he got back. Grayson had informed me that the girl McQueen had been talking about was his “beard” and her name was Selene. I looked her up and found that she was a pretty light skinned girl who had a successful modelling career. They looked good together but i wasn't sure who had come up with this idea and if i really was on board for it. What if she was only pretending to be lesbian so that she could get with him? If I voiced these thoughts would he be pissed or not, it just was all a bit too pretentious for my liking but for now i was going to let it go.

Zeus. God! Athena is unbelievably beautiful. Burnished skin, as though she had been kissed by a sun deity. Her arms glow like polished gold. Her legs, bare and beautiful. When I reach her, I stare. I want to say more than I just did. Than what I just blurted out. 'You're trembling, Athena.' But I don't. My throat dries instead. Thirsty. Parched. Craving something only she seems capable of giving me.

Greek God, his perfect jaw, and more importantly, his blue orbs that keep staring at me intently with every move I make. Mr. Greek God...

She just knew that he probably had the most chiseled abs ever. Spartan shoulders spoke of strength. He possessed a latent, leonine power and always walked with purpose and authority. His hair was raven colored and coiffed to perfection, even though it was so long that it brushed the top of his ears and the collar of his shirt. He kept it brushed back from his face, giving him a rakish look. He was not a male model but he easily chould have been. He had the face and body of a Greek god. He was a work of art, like the statue David of Michelangelo.

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.

But, fortunately for my eyes, there was enough to see. Golden brown stubble scattered lightly around the jaw and chin of the Greek god that towered high above me. Forget the stubble, the man's sharp angular jaw and his chin was sufficient to steal your breath and run away with it. And his lips, oh, his lips. I wasn't a lip-fanatic, I was more of a smell and eye fanatic, but I was perfectly able to recognize beautiful lips when I saw them. His dark, golden brown hair was pushed back, with the strands untangled and somewhat curly. It was eye-candy at its best.

And luckily for him, he got exactly what he wanted! Mentally cursing herself for insisting on doing the massage, she took hesitant steps towards him, trying to fight the temptation of looking at his ruggedly attractive, well-structured Greek god-like body and failing woefully. And even as she sat down beside him and started to gently, expertly massage his sore body, she found herself unable to keep her eyes off him. It's as if there's a magnetic force that keeps pulling her eyes to him, because the more she averts her eyes, the more they get dragged back. Really, the man was a young Adonis from head to toe and very, very easy on the eyes!

to threaten the status of the gods, which is shameful. “Take away their love, I feel that love in this world is a very troublesome and troublesome thing. They cause so many disasters in this world, humans use love for evil purposes and that's why we should take them away." The god Ares had just finished speaking when he was met with a cold glare from Aphrodite, the goddess of beauty. Ares lowered his head without daring to look up.