Dionysus Aesthetic Novels & Stories

“Yeah, I’ve employed someone. She should be with us tomorrow afternoon.” *** “Come on.” Wrapping my arm around Dion’s waist, I felt the full weight of his heavy-ass frame settle against me. And God, he was heavy. Not fat heavy either. Dion was built solidly, with muscles on muscles. It drew women to him in droves. He was the face of Dionysus Rising, and we used his sex appeal and cover boy muscles to our full advantage. But right at that second, it was nothing but a massive pain in the ass.

It was his affiliation as the son of the Sky god that spared him. The god matched his sando with a pair of shorts that emphasized his thick thighs. He's a tanned, buff, towering figure, that erases the notion that Dionysus is what he looks like in search images other than his raven-black hair. On top of that, his dragon-shaped eyes and dimples were too out of the box for even Renaissance artists - even modern ones - to think about. –

"All quotes to the god Dionysus leave, at certain times, implicit and explicit his will as a man who was attracted to other men as well, despite having loved Ariadne as his great love... Whether it was the ease of persuasion through his own desires or not, one passage stands out to emphasize this fact: 'Dionysus was anxious to go down to hell, but he did not know the way. So a certain man named Prosimnus promised to tell him...but not without some reward...paid in advance. favor that was not very decent, though for Dionysus it was decent enough. This bounty to which Dionysus was invited was a favor of lust, and to which the god was disposed to grant the request, so that, in the event of his

I shake my head at him silently and brush my fingers against the side of my neck, signaling to Marco that I need him to step in. Originally, I thought Dionysus was working for Zeus, but if Katherine was really the one who asked him to be at the event, does Zeus even know Dionysus is here? I don’t need to question it. From the smell of the contents, if I drink whatever's in that glass, I’m going to die. You would think the God of Wine and Ecstacy would do a better job of hiding poison in his own creation.

Sabrina muttered alone. “That’s good if you know.” “You’re lying.” But Cole didn’t even consider the option. He didn’t buy that third-rate excuse at all. “I am not. Rescuing poor whores from serfdom and granting them new lives? No, Dionysus was a God of Entertainment. He was perfect. Too perfect. I found myself enjoying someone having sex with another. That’s where Dionysus slips in. I am a voyeur. I enjoy watching, not engaging.”

"Hi." Zoey almost caught her breath in astonishment. Dionysus in a white shirt is also considered a deadly sin for her eyes. Her husband always looked so heavenly good in corporate suits, but he can also absolutely rock any kind of shirt and casual clothes. Heck, Dionysus could wear a mere pauper's attire and still look like the enthralling Greek God of ecstasy that he actually is. "Hi." Zoey breathily responded, suddenly remembering Dionysus' heartfelt confessions to her hours ago. "Should we go now? I want to show you around the town. There's so many wonderful things to see here in the countryside."

Is this what having a soul mate does to people? How frightening. Proserpina pried his large palm off of her face, trying so hard not to wince at the lingering scent of strong alcohol and grapes on his skin, “Since when are you a therapist?” He looked affronted, “Hey, I’m a good guy!” She deadpanned. Dionysus faltered, “…well, no, not really but I liked to think of myself as a good friend, at the very least.” Proserpina didn’t bother to dignify that with a response.

Just as Alexa were trying to control her tears, a chilling presence approached them. It was none other than Dionysus, or Dio as he liked to be called, the cousin of Jean and Gilbert. Dio, even in his edwardian era dark blue 'costume' was still a striking figure, with piercing green eyes and white hair still untied wildly, made him look like a vampire. Alexa never loses an awe seeing his facial feature almost mirrored Gilbert's. His usually icy demeanor had a strange warmth when it came to Alexa. They had met earlier in the night of the bloody Reverie Dinner party and had quickly formed an unlikely friendship.

"What are you doing?" Dionysus was bald and dark skinned with a body that many men would kill for, kill being a literal term, tattoos on every single spot and soulful brown eyes that made one just want to forget their sorrows. "Making you relax, of course." Loukas gritted his teeth. "I cannot move." Dionysus gave a humoured laugh, "Because you fight it sweetheart and the more you do, the more it renders you immobile. Relax." "How can one relax in the presence of a god?"

I turned to Dion and asked him what's happening, and one of the rarest times in the world, Dionysus smirked sexily and said, "We're going on a date." MICS ARTEMIA