Handsome God Novels & Stories

So this was the person Ines was talking about. Leonardo couldn’t fully process what he was looking at. As he continues to observe him, he took more notes on his appearance. He estimates that this young man could be in his 20s, and has a fairly built body when it comes to muscle. He could see nothing that explains the glow that seemed to come from under his skin. “Goldie” shifts from his position, making Leonardo flinch. The young man suddenly runs towards him, and in a panic, Leonardo punches him right at the nose.

she thanked him curtly and turned away after she took note of his beautiful facial features. He had slightly beaky nose but it wasn’t at all ugly. In fact, it made him look attractive. His face was truly handsome with high cheekbones, thick but perfectly formed brows like they were sculpted deliberately by the gods who had nothing to do. He had strong jaw and lips that looked hard and firm. Plus, there was this hidden sensuality on his red lips. Overall, he was a beautiful man indeed! Beautiful like a Greek god. Note to self. He’s a gorgeous Gypsy-looking man with an American accent! How is that for a unique man like him?

And I saw the most handsome guy God created on earth. No, I saw the face of an angel, a demigod if I’m not mistaken. He has the body of an athlete, his abs and chest well defined and properly shaped to give him the best look. He is dressed in a well-tailored suit that suits his body as if he was born with it.

I stood there, looking at the handsome man in front of me. He had tousled dark hair that fell perfectly around his face, framing his strong jawline. His eyes were a deep blue, almost like the ocean, and they sparkled with confidence. He had a well-defined body, muscular yet not overly bulky, and he wore a fitted shirt that showed off his toned arms. I couldn’t help but think, who looks more handsome than him and Milo?

scratch that the most ugly man i have ever seen stepped out of the car Jeez his looks could kill , from his manly flawless face to his beautiful lips and oh my God his physique, his muscles were literally trying to rip - off his shirt... gosh i think he's a greek God Who the fu***ing hell are you " his sexy voice brought me outta my trance"

It was a view that even gods won't resist. Agoro stood and was not sure of what to do first. He wanted to tear her apart the way she used to handle beautiful girls, but this one was not just a girl, but an angel that had come to reside here with a man. Then he thought he should go slowly, and explore every curve of her flawless beautiful body. Beauty then was tired of waiting, she stood up, picked up her garment, put it on and walked out more seductively. Agoro stood still for a longtime. Could not really say, if what happened was just a dream or not.

Summer heard a guy voice boomed behind her as she she slowly turned back and her heart skipped a beat. Standing there was one of the most handsome guy she had ever seen Was he human or was he a god? Summer asked herself as she found herself stared admiringly at the guy. He had a pale looking skin, silky brown hair, crystal blue eyes, sexy pink lips and an oval shaped face. He was a true definition of handsomeness. "I'm Damon, what's your name?" The name known as Damon asked, stretching his hands for an handshake. "I'm Summer" Summer replied, accepting his handshake.

’ Anjana’s face turned pale. ‘Don’t worry; I am saying that as he is the Shiva’s gift. He is part of Shiva. And as Shiva he will also destroy the phoney arrogance of others.’ ‘Oh! Then what’s your suggestion?’ ‘HANUMAN – Destroyer of Phoney Arrogance.’ *****

He pulls out, deliciously and toe-curlingly slow, leaving me aching and needy as he sits me on the boulder and backs away to take a bath, and I watch him, enticed, and dripping. Fuck. I'm horny. My eyes, full of desire, follow every flex of his taut and powerful arms as he scoops water over his head, submerging and rising with droplets sliding down his skin. The moonlight catches on the wet lines of muscle and the ink that stretches from his chest down his right arm, making him look unreal. Cassian is one in a million. Handsome in a way that feels impossible, like a Greek god—no, a supreme god—sent down to tempt and torment and claim. And the wildest part is… he’s mine.

His eyes burned gold, twin suns behind stormcloud lashes, and when they found Caelum, the weight of that gaze pinned him harder than any cuff. The one who had dared touch him prostrated instantly. “The offering, my Lord,” he croaked. “As foretold…” Velis approached like sin given shape. Black as judgment, elegant as a blade unsheathed. “How disappointing,” he murmured, circling like a trainer appraising a trembling new pet. “The legends promised a prince. I see only a half-broken toy.” His gloved hand touched Caelum’s shoulder— and it was the softness of the leather that made it unbearable.