Novel & Cerita Greek God Aesthetic

she agreed with a hint of longing. Olivia nudged her shoulder playfully. "Looks like you caught his attention. He is so gentle and caring toward you. How can you stay with him day in and day out and not be tempted by that greek god?" she asked while wiggling her eyebrows playfully. Hera laughed at her antiques. "He is like the moon in the sky. So beautiful and always surrounded by so many stars. We can only see him, we can never reach him" she said still smiling.

It was his affiliation as the son of the Sky god that spared him. The god matched his sando with a pair of shorts that emphasized his thick thighs. He's a tanned, buff, towering figure, that erases the notion that Dionysus is what he looks like in search images other than his raven-black hair. On top of that, his dragon-shaped eyes and dimples were too out of the box for even Renaissance artists - even modern ones - to think about. –

His features were sculpted from the very essence of Greek mythology, a true Demi-god reborn. His golden hair cascaded down his back like a river of sunset hues, perfectly complemented by his eyes – an unparalleled shade of cerulean blue, reminiscent of a cloudless summer sky. His gaze was like a sapphire abyss, drawing all who dared to look into its depths. His tall, athletic frame exuded dominance, yet his presence was a siren's call, beckoning all to surrender to his majesty. It was as if he was a magnet, repelling and attracting with equal intensity. His cold demeanor seemed to warn others to keep their distance, but his breathtaking handsomeness begged them to come closer.

“Ah… Persephone and Dionysus. Come here. Join our Hades.” Persephone; The Greek Goddess and the lover of Hades. She was petite and a curvy young woman with pinkish skin, pink eyes, dark red hair. She was so beautiful in the behold of the eyes. Sabrina was pretty but Persephone exuded a different charm entirely. Dionysus; the god that was associated with wine, vegetation, pleasure, festivity, and wild frenzy. He looked elegant, good looking with long flowing white glowing hair over his shoulder. And seemed drunk too.

’ It’s beautiful, and still takes my breath away whenever I look at it. Alice looks at me. “Is this Lesley?” That makes me laugh out loud. “No. It’s the Greek goddess Astraea. She’s the virgin goddess of justice, innocence, and purity.” “Figures,” Alice says, throwing me a wry look before turning her gaze back to it. “Who’s the artist?” I smile. “Damon.” She looks back at me, her mouth an O. “Seriously?” “Yeah. He says it’s just a hobby. Cocky bastard.”

Penelope deposited herself before a bench littered with cosmetics and polished mirrors and gestured to one of the cots. "You have a seat and get to thinking. I'll show you some ideas I had for makeup, perhaps it will inspire us. I was thinking something a little more dramatic...darker maybe..." She trailed off and began shuffling through the pots and brushes looking for something in particular. Calliope glanced around the room, taking in the various paintings on the walls. They were mostly erotic, the sort you'd find in private bedrooms. Images of Aphrodite and Adonis, Leda, Europa, Eros and Psyche ...and Persephone, eternally ravished by Hades. And we all know where that leads, she thought

He places an arm around my shoulder and cuddles me to his side. I gladly snuggle up to him. He points to the fountain just outside the terrace, directly in our line of sight, and I realize that’s what he’d been staring at. A marble statue of a muscled man donning a shield and a spear sits at the center of the fountain. The expression on is face is filled with wrath. With divine vengeance. And something about the way he grips the spear seems almost god-like. Ares. The Greek god of war. Suddenly, the sunset that has turned the fountain water golden makes it look like blood flowing in rivulets out of coffers.

Holy mother of cow tits. What a gorgeous specimen this is. If he looks this good in picture, what about the real thing. That V-line is perfect with the sexy eight pack. That happy trail is getting me happy. His chest looks so smooth and chiseld. Don't get me started on his face. The Greek Gods took their time with his face. Sharp jaw line, plump pink lips, beautiful brown eyes that hold something, and thick perfectly shaped dark eyebrows. His hair looks so soft and shiny. Makes me want to run my fingers through it, pull on it as he fu-

But this all is what the world sees happens when Dae-Seong comes, the reality is much more than this monotonous routine. The moment Dae-Seong entered the building, oh how much the girls from the designing, the altering, the reception, and others from different departments, were fighting their feelings to drool not over, the ethereal Greek god, all dressed in a perfectly fitted suit; showing his well-built, masculine body, hard chest, rough hands, looking a total hunk, making all of the girls wanting to go down on their knees, begging for something which might sound sinful but will be worth worshiping for them.

It was almost like he couldn’t register my presence like he was all alone in his study. His brows were furrowed together in concentration as he read through the documents and he looked like something the Moon Goddess couldn’t have created better with his long slick black hair that’d put most of the females’ hair to shame, his chiseled jaws, the smoothness of his face and the sharp edges of his cheeks that looked like something that was sharp enough to cut through objects. He looked like a Greek God, specifically Moros, the god of doom. “What are you still doing here?” He finally acknowledged my presence and it was with a tone so bored and degrading that it’d have pierced my heart if I wasn’t