Handsome God Novels & Stories

and oh, fuck. Standing right in front of me was a shockingly, maddeningly handsome stranger. With his razor-sharp jawline, sun-kissed blonde hair, and deep green eyes that seemed entirely captivated as they swept over me, he possessed a dangerous, almost Nordic god-like charm !And his large hands were pressing me against his chest, warm enough to burn right through the fabric of my dress onto my bare skin.

Exploring these forbidden thrilling emotions made me even more excited, wanting more. I couldn't help but admire his sharp yet elegant features. He was the perfect embodiment of handsomeness. If he wanted, he could be the top model, even the top hero, given his skills. In my eyes, he excelled in everything. Up close, he looked even more handsome. Like a demigod. A perfectly sculpted Greek god. I still couldn't believe I was in his room and his dick was hanging out of his pants, staring at me with pride.

"I hope you find some peace of mind in this lifetime. and I hope she found some paradise." Startled, Jean turned around, his heart pounding in his chest. What he saw took his breath away. Standing before him was the most beautiful man he had ever laid his eyes upon. "Greetings, mortal being. I am Thanaros, the God of death." Jean's ideas about the God of Death are completely shattered when he comes face to face with a figure that defies his expectations. Instead of being scary, this deity is incredibly captivating with his pale skin, silver eyes, and dark hair. And to top it off, he is wearing a simple black robe that seems to glow on its own.

ANIEL. When I entered into my room, I smile and look back to the handsome face and the six pack body, I smile to myself because who wouldn’t fall for such man who is as handsome as a Greek God, broad shoulder and sexy eyes, pink lips and his beards makes him looks more handsome, I know I am supposed to be mourning but why should I mourn a father who gambled me away. The truth is I am grateful to Timmy and I don’t know if I am falling for a man I just met yesterday.

And then one thought came through clearly above everything else. Nobody knows I am here. Her phone was off. She had switched it off herself. There was a man the world called the War God. It wasn't just a nickname; it was a name earned through years of hard battles. His skills in a fight and his inner strength were beyond anything most people could imagine. His name was so well-known and so feared that just hearing it was often enough to end a conflict before it even started. Alexander Kane. He was thirty years old and stood six feet seven inches tall. He was built like someone who had spent his life doing things that required both great power and careful precision. He had short black hair an

The greek god coming towards me walked leisurely, his foot steps sound were like music to my ears, we was wearing a Taylormade navy blue suit, with a white shirt, he is tall, with a sinful face, that face can make people indulge themselves in all his sinful ways, sharp jaw, beautiful brown eyes, straight nose, thin reddish lips, and long lashes coupled with his blond curly hair, even if I die in his presence its okay with me. Handsome why is so handsome? I've met my share of handsome men but this one exceeds my knowledge of beauty, my immunity to handsome faces crumbled down, I gulped down realising that he was standing next to me with a smirk, I gained my senses, he knew that I was drooli

Wow! 'Oh my God'. I should faint. Could someone be incredibly handsome like this? This is a Greek god standing before me. pointed nose, pink lips, and blue eyes. So rare. Not even Damien is this handsome. He sucked on his lower lips and I couldn't help but drool. Everywhere was tense. I heard people murmuring behind me, I heard gasps behind me, some recording shit definitely to upload on the internet. As expected, Madam Maggie's voice Came up loudly behind me.

The world thinks Seraphina is the luckiest woman alive. A famous supermodel and married to Maximilian Thorne, the richest man on earth. She lives in a mansion and wears diamonds every day. But behind closed doors, her life is a nightmare. Her husband treats her like a toy he can break. His two brothers and sister treat her like a servant. Even his mother joins in on the abuse. She has no one. No way out. Until the new bodyguard walks in. His name is Killian Cross. Six years ago, Seraphina was his whole world. Then she ran away, leaving him alone to raise their baby daughter. He spent every day for six years hating her. He didn't take this job or hide his identity to protect her, he took it

They are the only ones with companions. I finished assembling it. "Hershey, do you need anything?" I turned to the man who spoke. I was suddenly stunned to see his handsome face. It was illuminated by the moonlight. This God appeared before my eyes. His handsome face is very smooth and shining because of the moon. Its eyes shine in the reflection of the moon. His rather thick lips were red and both cheeks and forehead were shiny. It's just asking me but it's like he's trying to attract me. Especially and he's wearing a white polo shirt..So handsome! It's just thin and I can see its abs. I swallowed and got nervous. Trembling mixed with desire and longing.

And what a chest toned, smooth, a freaking masterpiece sculpted by someone who clearly had a personal vendetta against my self-control. I didn’t even know when I muttered to myself: What a great artwork. God is indeed a great artist. His skin glistens slightly, like the water hadn’t fully dried yet, and every step he takes makes that damn robe shift just a little more. I forget how to blink. God, who created this handsome devil? I know he’s cold-blooded he sacked me just a week ago without mercy but if this kind of handsome man is in hell, I wouldn’t mind following him.