Greek God Aesthetic Novels & Stories

I asked, just making sure. "Don't worry, it's a non-alcoholic drink," he promised. "Ok, that's good to know; thank you," I said, and after repeating my order, he excused himself and went to the kitchen to file my order. While waiting for my meal, I had the opportunity to gaze at the decor of the place, enjoying the stylish design of the whole place, which resembles the sea. When I think of Greece, all I can think of are its great beaches and, of course, its gods and goddesses, such as the three brothers, Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades.

A terror ran into her body. The Man was beyond the beauty and attraction. He looks like a Greek God. Perfect height, King-like personality, perfect nose, sharp jawline, Muscular body which is enough to create a Royal aura of him, his cold emotionless eyes like a sharp sword. His body, Expensive wearing, ice white crystal clear skin he looks like a Hot model or Such a throbbing star that you can see but cannot touch it in front of his eyes.

I was listening with rapt attention. "In Greek mythology, Aphrodite was one of the twelve Olympian gods, and she was often portrayed as a beautiful, seductive woman. She was associated with a variety of symbols…” as he spoke, I paid rapt attention to every single detail. I was already taking a mental note to read more on Greek mythology during my free time. As my gaze drifted back to the painting, I noticed the name of the artist written at the edge of it, “‘John William Waterhouse,’ Interesting.”

"I see your stories. I will be taking you through this city—a city that values beauty. You deserve to be worshipped only in temples that hold such standards." "Aren't you going to drink?" I asked, reaching for a glass myself. "No! I want to ensure I am completely conscious when I show Zeus what a beautiful mess I have made of a woman he would kill the world to have. I want Athena to be jealous of the pleasure you will scream out." Was he jealous of Greek gods now? This man was so petty. "Enough talking and no more wine. I want you to see me when I bind myself to you. I will imprint myself on you and ensure that no man ever comes close to you. Because no man will."

He had a little gray in his hair and an ever-present smile on his face. Fire God, also the God of Craftsmen, Hephaestus. He was an easy-going person and the gentlest among the 12 gods. Moreover, he was a doctor by profession. He was always helping and saving others. The last screen displayed a woman with a rather sexy and hot body. She had big wavy brown hair, a high nose bridge, and delicate facial features. She was noble, mature, and elegant. At this moment, she was dressed in a pale golden dress.

, his hands were raised to the sky - literally the ceiling, and his eyes were wide open; purely the drama queen he was. " You know, I don't know what you all see in that jerk, with those eyes of his that are shaped like a pinecone and his outrightly big nose - even plastic surgeons in South Korea wouldn't be able to fix that", I knew I was being pathetic, but all the same he wasn't attractive, at least not to me. " Bitch, you ain't serious. He is the definition of a sexy Greek god", his hands were still swirling around and gathering attention.

My eyes traced the droplets of water from his hair to his face and down to his body, even though half of his body was still in the water. My eyes lingered on him; I could not help but salivate. He is a well-defined man and the reason there is peace in the world. He is a fine sculpture made by nature; if he wasn't the Greek god of beauty in his past life, he must be the man who bred the god of beauty himself. He is a perfect man, and I can't help but want to hide him away from any other woman. Thank you, beauty and body belong to me! This is indeed a beautiful blessing.

Artemis chuckled, " not all of us care about your gifts, besides, when last have you enjoyed that so called joy of good orgasm?" "Trust me, if I need it now, I would get it. I'm the god of sex anyways." " You said you weren't the god of sex?" I asked confused. "You're free to call me whatever darling." He moved closer to me, and touched my chin, and at that moment, my brain was zapped by an electricity of wants and needs. He held my gaze, stroking my chin. "I love your eyes. Those beautiful grey orbs. And your lips, would be wonderful to kiss. Those curly jet black hair, I haven't seen a woman as close to perfection as you are. Though not like my mother, she's pure perfection, but, almost. A

Esther makes a killer move. "What topic?" “Ancient Greek mythology!” I suddenly fell silent. When it comes to Ancient Greek mythology, many people probably think it is pure and beautiful. But actually it has a lot of dark sides. For art students like me, that mysterious dark side of art attracts me. I lengthened the corners of my eyes, completing my makeup. I shed the gentle gentleness of the past, replacing it with a bold charm. I grabbed my waist-length jacket and went downstairs to Esther's car.

I warn him. "Well I want the fire you bring Athena. Goddess of beauty"He say as he stares at me... "You keep calling me that but I don't think in the Greek mythology Athena was the goddess of beauty or was she?"I bite out "You always want to win every arguement. Well am famished, I better go get some food then,” he says standing up. Before I could even think of a witty reply or anything, he bends down and brushes his lips against mine. As if we are a couple. As if that is the most natural thing in the world for him to do. I watch his tall imposing figure stride away, my heart hammering in my chest. This man is going to be the death of me!