Handsome God Novels & Stories

God really did have favorites. Dominic's body looked as though it had been carved by the hands of a master sculptor. Broad shoulders tapered into a powerful chest, every muscle sharply defined beneath flawless skin. His arms were thick and strong, veins faintly visible beneath the surface, while his perfectly sculpted abs drew my gaze lower and lower, until they disappeared into the sharp V-line that led to his big cock. He was still hard after coming in my mouth just a short while ago. He was breathtakingly beautiful, almost unreal, like some ancient god had descended to walk among mortals and had chosen this form as the unreachable standard every other man would fail to meet.

He had a little gray in his hair and an ever-present smile on his face. Fire God, also the God of Craftsmen, Hephaestus. He was an easy-going person and the gentlest among the 12 gods. Moreover, he was a doctor by profession. He was always helping and saving others. The last screen displayed a woman with a rather sexy and hot body. She had big wavy brown hair, a high nose bridge, and delicate facial features. She was noble, mature, and elegant. At this moment, she was dressed in a pale golden dress.

The men bowed to him before they left, with their hearts feeling heavy for the poor boy who didn't know what he had gotten himself into. “Do you—” Kon turned, intent on giving the so-called devil peace of his mind. However, the words in his throat froze when he saw the handsome man standing a distance from him. To call the devil Handsome will be an understatement of the century. He was more than handsome, with his chiselled jaw, and too-bright green eyes that seemed as if it was trying to suck everyone in. His black hair glistened in the dark, and it seemed to accentuate his features.

Whilst saying this, he looked completely calm and collected, like he was talking about the fucking weather. My words got lodged in my throat as I stared at the Greek god in front of me. I wouldn't be surprised if he was a god. He was probably the most handsome man I'd ever laid my eyes on since the past seven years. He had big bulging biceps but not too big that it would be considered disgusting. His grey eyes were so light that I could almost see through them if he didn't have a guarded and emotionless look. They were so bright that they hurt to look at. His dark brown hair rolled down his shoulder. He was a beautiful walking god. Okay, I was exaggerating a little bit.

'Handsome' was a pathetic word for what he was. In his charcoal formal wear, with his dark hair swept back to reveal that rugged, terrifyingly beautiful face, he looked like a god of the hunt. Under the crystal lights, his skin glowed like burnished bronze. I saw the tiny, familiar tension in his jaw—a sign only someone who had spent hours studying his moods would catch. He was intimidating. He was the Alpha. To the world, he was Dominic Wolfe, the billionaire titan of the Coastal Pack. To me, he was the brute who had claimed my body and scrambled my heart.

His mind was on everything else and he could care less about a history lesson at the moment but he tried to be as with enthusiastic as his wandering thoughts would allow. “Yeah, I’m sure they do.” He tried for his best voice but failed woefully and decided he would just engage her so she doesn’t feel like he did not want her around because in all honesty, a part of him did. He could not place a finger as to why that was. “I heard he was the god of music and everything art,” he added weakly. “Yeah, from what I’ve read he is the most handsome of the gods, only rivaled by Ares, the god of war.”

Alessia "Leave my mate alone. Now!" What! Mate? A soft gasp escaped from my lips as I heard a cold and authoritative voice echo from the other side. I gulped down into nothing as a young handsome man came into view. He has a huge and bulky body. He has a good physique, curly hair, pink lips, and a pointed nose. A snake tattoo on his shoulder. He looks so handsome and hot. Handsome is an understatement. He looks like a hot demi-god. He has these domineering auras that radiate around him which is hard to resist.

Because standing in front of me is— A man. No, scratch that. A demi-god. Tall. Broad. Built like he walked straight out of a drama series. He’s wearing a jersey and a face cap, but it does absolutely nothing to hide the sharp cut of his jaw, the smooth tan of his skin, the way his shoulders stretch the fabric like it’s doing its best to survive. And his face— God. His face. It’s unfair. Like the Lord spent a day sculpting it to perfection.

Chapter 02 God, was he handsome. My eyes remained fixed on him, taking his appearance in. He had chocolate brown hair which was toppled lazily on his head. The sun subtly struck his face, complementing his skin, which appeared smooth and silky. He also had a very tall and muscular figure.

He has beads in his hand. Becky immediately stands and looked at the person. “Helloo… Anybody there? She intently speaks loud. The mysterious black eyes, keep staring at Becky but didn’t show themselves. Becky went close to the window and politely asked. “Is this Father Chris?” She asked while trying to find his face through the window. “Who are you”. The man asked “I am Go….I am Becky, the werewolve Goddess. I came here to ask you for help”. She shared her motives.