Greek God Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Secondly, I might not have hit the nail on the head about Jason mowing the grass with his shirt off, but I was right about something. I couldn't take my eyes off his abs. They were well sculpted and fitted, that it seemed utterly unreal to me. The large expanse of his chest and the bulky muscles that filled it, his wet hair and the droplets of water that bounced off his tanned skin, the way his trunks tightened around his crotch from the water...everything about him just screamed "Greek God". It was hard to take my eyes off of him, even if I tried to. And I didn't want to. I wanted to stare at him every single day and marvel at every inch of his body and worship it like it was a piece of art

Unfortunately, this blessing was also a curse for her. The gods on the other hand were in their respective Greek houses. The older students could tell something was different about them. They had a faint yellow aura surrounding them. It may not really have been there but that was what the students felt. As if being pulled in by sheer charisma the students all flocked to the power couple, Jupiter Allbeing and Juno Grace, formerly known as Zeus and Hera. It wouldn’t be long before the whole campus dubbed them relationship goals, two childhood friends sticking together through everything and eventually start to date, that’s what the foolish mortals thought. Andi hated how they were so revered,

His chiseled features evoked the classical beauty of a Greek god. His face was a masterpiece of rugged elegance: sharp jawline, high cheekbones that are luring me to trace my fingers over them. Piercing blue eyes gleaming with cold steams, seemed to bore into those he met, as if sizing them up for acquisition. His dark hair, styled perfectly, full lips, firm and unyielding are curled into a thin line. I could just died from staring at him for too long. Where in gods name did they come up with the idea that’s he’s ugly or disfigured? I thought.

She was the fifth in line, but due to her beauty, they had other ideas, all for the chicken, Francesco thought, laughing. It was in these interviews, to win the scholarship, that before entering, she fell with everything towards the ground, not to be helped by a hand, but by more than one... - Sorry. - She said, becoming speechless when seeing the two Greek gods, father and son, muscular like Hercules and Zeus, in which one had olive hair, the other had honey-colored hair, they were the versions of Greek sculptures, with their muscles being shown for all to see under their tight clothes, in those thousand dollar suits.

Something about it just didn't compute for me. I raised my left eyebrow. I raked my eyes up and down this supposed god before me. The looks made sense. This man was other worldly sexy. The chiseled jawline alone would make you wonder. The small display of power I saw made sense. The feeling of dominance and power made sense. I just couldn't make my mind believe it. "What? You doubt me?" ZEUS asked. Zeus. Every depiction of him in Greek art and literature was always that of a white haired man with a beard.

I look at her, my face no doubt portraying my emotions. “And do you think he’ll like you back Mercy?” She smiles and then like she’s acting she purposely wiggles her ass. ‘yeah I think so, I mean don’t you think so?” I smile, she’s one gorgeous model, in love with colors, and she’s always been someone who has this confidence, like she has always been sure of herself, no one to boss her around, I mean right from the time I knew her, she’s always been that independent excellent, elegant, beautiful, long haired.

Her expression, though usually serene, was edged with concern, her fingers tracing idle patterns along the armrest of her throne. To the left, Hera, the Queen of the Gods, radiated power and authority, her piercing gaze fixed on Selene. Her golden crown, adorned with jewels that sparkled like captured stars, caught the starlight as she leaned forward, her posture rigid with disapproval. Opposite them, two gods... Ares, the God of War, and Apollo, the God of the Sun—sat in contemplative silence. Ares, his muscular frame draped in armor that gleamed like polished bronze, rested his chin on his fist, his dark eyes unreadable.

- They said. Among the subdivisions between the Greek gods, the Egyptian gods and the Roman gods, there was the Greek god who lit up the heavens. In which Perseus is a tall, large, muscular man, the Greek god under the earth, with turquoise eyes and olive skin, with long curled hair tied behind his back, he is tall and strong, wearing a short and tight suit, with sandals, while at his side was his colleague.

Even her naughty brain working on a different wildest track, she wanted to experience it all with him. When she was finally outside, she was frozen in her place. Standing before her was a living Greek god, Adonis. Looking at the man, standing leaning against the car in a god - like manner is him. And this caught her breath away. He is the sole epitome of perfection who looks like nothing more than a model just dived out of VOGUE.

Lord, I'd be damned. The Greek god stands in front of me, and it takes the strength of my 'foremothers to stand in witness to such a sight. Up close, the tall imposing figure looks even better — with silky dark hair falling over his face, brushing smoothly over his forehead and those eyes. He towers over me with a physique that looks even larger compared to the angle I'd seen him earlier. Alessandro Ferrara.