Greek X Novels & Stories

Earlier, Doctor Yeva had greeted Sophie in English, knowing they were foreigners. The men seemed to think Gia was a local, repeating their greeting in Greek. They looked like college students but were slightly older, with olive-toned skin typical of Greek people. One of them, a red-haired man, offered her a bottle of what she could already smell was alcohol. “Den. efcharistó” (No, thank you) Gia’s Greek vocabulary didn’t exceed ten words, but it should’ve been enough to let them know she wasn’t interested. But for some reason, they didn’t take no for an answer. Still smiling, they began to surround her from all sides.

“Sage is a low-ranking Omega, there is no way she would be able to put you through fifty solid concrete walls, X.” “There is something wrong with her!” X screamed; her voice laced with pain. “She does not behave like a werewolf, she never has.” “What are you trying to say?” I demanded roughly. I hated how I was seeing X. My Beta was looking so pathetic and defeated. “She used some sort of power on me.” X added frantically. “She is dangerous, Kieran!” I shook my head. “You are telling me that a mere Omega magically threw you into fifty walls and almost rendered you useless.” I stated mockingly.

He says as we came to a halt. I look up to see a huge frat house lit up with an array of different lights and colors, having its music bleed to the outside. Big Greek letters were hanging on the top of the roof, making everything seem more legit. Jack's arm holds the small of my back as he leads me into the house. 'ҜΔ ΩΨ' were painted on the front of the door as well as the doormat.

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Hades couldn’t understand the shift of language. But then suddenly She took back her hand and nervously put them in her lap. “Xéro óti ypárchei kápoio pséma se ólo aftó pou synévi. Ísos tha boroúses na mou peis” He said leaning back. (I know there is some lie in all that happened. Maybe you could tell me) “Kápoia prágmata prépei na ta deis mónos sou” (Some things you have to see yourself)

I'll go down, then at that point I put the key in the starter and kick the engine to life. Last night I barely rested in light of the fact that my brain was still mulling over everything that is going on and everything that is surely going to happen, so sooner or later in the not so warm night it happened to me that, on the off chance If Sasha isn't there, maybe she should seek help from someone else. Towards the beginning of today, Greece's name was quick to pop into my mind when I woke up, and I really imagine it would be exceptionally helpful to have her as my exam partner. All in all, Greece is very. Great for getting followers (she's much better than me) and her solidarity is irrefutabl

Her mind was quick to pic up on her Greek name, her official name she tried not to widen her eyes but the subtle movement was seen by him, “W-what are you talking about? W-whos that?” He narrowed his eyes at her and pulled er off the road towards a building. He trapped her between his arms wanting to dig deeper. “I should think a Greek would know the name of the Greek goddess of fate.” She couldn’t hide from his piercing eyes. She tried to look away but he grabbed her chin forcing her to look into his eyes. Andi wanted to disappear. But instead, she became defiant. “What makes you think that all Greeks know about them? Could be that we aren’t taught or the simple fact that I didn’t pay atten

Xenia asked, taking a cue from my bare feet to slip off her shoes before wandering further into the apartment. “Oh, I took French in school, I remember choice phrases, but that’s about all that’s stuck. I know Greek because hello, Nikolaidis. You don’t get more of a Greek last name.” I chuckled, gesturing to myself. “My paternal grandfather is from Sparta. I know Russian because my paternal grandmother is from Moscow. I’m second generation Nikolaidis born in the states.” I explained. “Oh… well, that explains the Greek God statue look.” She nodded, giving me a look I was familiar with. That’s the look of a woman, considering what I might look like naked. All she has to do is ask, and I’ll hap

Prominent cheekbones and chiselled jaw, strong facial features he sported. Xerxes was different in physique than his pack warriors, taller and broader, with a Greek God’s body, and a savage personality, he prowled with a lion-like power. His wolf, however, was the most beautiful one I had ever laid my eyes upon. A dark raven fur coat and red, predator’s eyes.