Greek Romance Novels & Stories

" i athanasía, i dýnami, i dýnami, i tachýtita, tha eínai diká sas" " i athanasía, i dýnami, i dýnami, i tachýtita, tha eínai diká sas" she chanted screaming hard, as the black of her eyes turned white, the fire lit at their middle increased as if fuel was added to hit. Strong wind blew, as if a great Storm was coming while Serefina kept chanting. "i dýnami tis fýsis, éla epáno mou, tous díno dýnami, megáli dýnami" she continued, the wind still blowing vigorously as she raised her hands up to the sky.

He pushed into me without warning, stretching and completing me. We always made love on the floor, knowing that our passion could easily break a bed. During our passionate encounter, every touch, every kiss, and every thrust brought us closer together, igniting a fire within us that consumed all other thoughts and worries. As our bodies moved in perfect harmony, the intensity of our connection grew, and I could feel the love and desire flowing between us. The room was filled with the sounds of our breathless moans and the rhythm of our bodies colliding. Time seemed to stand still as we lost ourselves in the depths of our passion, indulging in the pleasure that only we could share.

"What do you feel romance in the Medieval times was like?" "Well, they had no cell phones or modern means of transportation," I squinted my eyes in a different direction, appearing to think. "So my guess is that it was pretty fucked up." Kyle laughed, "Come on, Grace, be serious." "I am being serious." I chuckled. "It must've been totally boring and annoying." He frowned at me. "Sorry." I said with food in my mouth. "What does G****e say?" "Medieval romance was mostly based on chivalry, an idealized noble hero-knight and women being held in high regard." He said. "It also had fairytale-like setting and simple predictable plots."

Do you really think we ended up here just because of Katie? "You're wrong. Even if there were no Katie, there would have been someone else—another woman, any woman. The reason we fell apart is that you never respected me. In our marriage, you always put yourself first. You assumed I would always come crawling back, no matter what. So you did whatever you wanted and dismissed my feelings every single time. "But here's what you forgot—every time you dismissed me, you were chipping away at my love for you. "Ryan, I don't love you anymore."

“It wasn’t a kiss a husband should give any other woman but his wife. It shouldn’t have happened and you were right to feel cheated. If I had caught you kissing another man like that… I would’ve ripped him limb from limb, then thrown you out of my life without thinking twice.” “Not much love lost, then,” Electa couldn’t help throwing in the jibe. “I’m Greek, zoi mou,” he claimed as if it made him different from the rest of the human race. “We are possessive of our women. We do not forgive infidelity. We don’t like to share.” “If that last bit was aimed at my brother, then I…” “And your career,” Adrastos put in. “Which took you away in one direction while I went off in another … Your brother

Greece was a breathtaking place to visit, and we experienced it all together. Jasper had a habit of impulsively pulling me in and kissing me whenever he wanted, without any warning or hesitation. The first time he did this, I asked him what he was doing, and he responded, "I want the world to know that you belong to me." I blushed, feeling overjoyed and giddy. Together, we explored the streets of Greece, marveling at the country's natural beauty. We spent countless nights indulging in passionate lovemaking, and though I was initially clumsy, Jasper patiently taught me everything I needed to know.

First through Aurora, his unexpected peace, and now here, in the way Gianna’s laugh makes Romero’s lips twitch toward what it dangerously close to a smile. Aurora drifts to Dominic’s side as Romero approaches Gianna. She follows his gaze and grins knowingly. “Aren’t they cute?” “I suppose,” he murmurs. Her grin deepens. Aurora loves love. She sees it the way most people see sunrises, like it’s something natural, something inevitable. “Remember what I told you?” she asks, nudging him lightly. “About Aphrodite and Ares?” He does. She was talking about her mythology class, her voice animated as she explained that the goddess of love and the god of war were lovers from the beginning, forever tan

Gelo has never made you feel this way, which is reasonable since you never loved him in the first place. but Genesis right in front of you, staring at you like you are an expensive gem to him just made you feel some other type of the way—just a single touch can make your organs explode. Gelo notices your nervousness, so he brings his face close to your neck—his lips biting your skin, which made your bare blossoms hardened. his arms still wrapped around your waist, his hands traveling your bareback. you never felt like this before...is this what you call affection? is this the feeling that you needed?

Greco followed, pulling out to cum across her back, thick white streaks painting her skin like a claim. Exhausted, they collapsed by the fire, bodies entwined, the storm raging outside mirroring the one they'd unleashed. Greco kissed her temple, voice soft for the first time. "This could start a war." Joan nestled closer, tracing his scars. "Or end one. Merry Christmas, Greco." In the warmth, hate melted into something rawer, desire, perhaps even more. The night stretched on, their bodies finding each other again and again, unwrapping forbidden layers until dawn crept in, leaving them breathless, marked, and utterly spent.

She should not be asking about the things that she read online at 2 AM but her curious mind cannot be stopped and she blurted it out to Damien. He must be thinking I am an idiot now, she thought before Damien leaned toward her. “Tell me, Anika. What do you mean by your question?” he asked softly before she turned to look at her tour guide. They were closed and Anika could smell his masculine scent. Pine and rainforest. She inhaled deeply before Anika sighed. She suddenly felt cold as she was rubbing her hands against her arms. “Well… there is this one article that stated Cyprus was a one-stop place for the ancient Greeks that was considered special that they have been killed by Alexander the