Dionysus Doing Everything Wrong นิยาย & เรื่องราว

And right now, she wondered what could be so much fun about being in here that they would go through such trouble for. She stopped walking immediately when a body fell on her and it took all the strength in her not to scream, she shut her eyes, not really wanting to see the person that bumped into her. “Watch where you are dancing, cause if you don’t, I will send you to a better dance floor,” she heard and opened her eyes to see Diablo grabbing the collar of an obviously drunk man. The man put up his hands in surrender and he let him go and he quickly left the place. She glanced at him, suddenly realizing that she doesn’t even know his name, and also wondering why she would even want to.

Damon asked, his voice low and even. "It's the package, sir," Marcus replied, his expression grim. "It's been stolen." Damon's face turned red with rage. "What do you mean it's been stolen?" he thundered. Marcus took a step back, his eyes darting nervously around the hallway. "I'm sorry, sir. I don't know what happened. One minute it was there, the next it was gone." Damon's anger was palpable. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his fists clenched at his sides.

In an instant, a large black demonic flame covered down in mid-air, actually forcibly restructured the Eight Desolate Trapped God Chain, at the same time, this majestic force directly shocked the surrounding and other people to spit blood and flew backwards, only to see the wind yui hand lifted, the Eight Desolate Trapped God Chain once again the Spirit Dignity Pixi suppressed, before the eight black-robed people also rushed back, and immediately restructured the formation. "Roar--" the Spirit Dignitary let out a succession of unwilling, deep roars, Wind Specter's arms shook, a wave of demonic mist pressed toward it, a rumbling sound, the terrifying force shook the nearby ground cracked as w

I'd rather suffer Xenia's torment than live this hopeless existence! He looked at me and added, "If you hadn't swapped out that lottery ticket, my life would have been completely different! Give me another chance to start over. I've memorized the lottery numbers now!" The look in his eyes changed from thunderous to utterly deranged. I stared at Jacob as I said, "No matter how many times you start over, the outcome won't change. Besides, how many chances do you think you'll get? God helps those who help themselves. Plus, I gave you a chance, but did you change your life?

He said calmly. “Following you. What are you doing here?” Hercules delved his hands inside his pants. “Drinking. What else could I possibly do here?” “I don’t know.” Hercules’s voice rose. “Fighting with me? Or is it hard for you to do?” Dionysus turned away, uninterested, and shrugged. “Dionysus… we need you!” Dionysus threw the empty bottle and took the other one. “I don’t think I am capable of helping you out. What a God of Entertainment can possibly do aside from kissing anyone's asses, am I right?”

Proserpina wasn’t sure what it was and she thinks she didn’t really want to know. “Nothing really good happens these days, so the news about you, our sweet little poppy fucking someone is some good shit~” Dionysus slurs as he plopped down next to her, his legs kicking to and fro in the water like a toddler, splashing her thighs briefly as he let out a particularly loud belch, “so… did you have fun last night?” She glared at him, “Go away.” He took one, long look at her past red-rimmed eyes. “You don’t look like it,” he decides nonetheless, hiccupping, “Ariadne says hi, by the way.”

Anastasia's POV The fire was brimming and scorching around the ceilings and walls, and debris was falling down on me. I was crammed into the corner where my grand piano was situated. As I ingested too many plumes of smoke, my nostrils flared up, almost suffocating me. I started to feel as if my landscapes were wobbling around me, and I felt a lightweight on my head, as if I was just about to enter a deep consciousness at any minute. I was crying and screaming while desperately hoping that I wouldn't be burnt down or smashed by the falling or flying objects.

As Chyna rushed into the living room, Tate slapped Ryan across the face. ​"It’s over, Ryan!" Tate shouted. "I want a normal life. I want to make my family proud with a female mate!" ​Ryan stormed out, acting furious. Chyna stepped forward and patted Tate’s back, her face glowing with pride. "Finally," she whispered. "You’ve come to your senses." ​Tate swallowed his guilt and forced a smile. "When you were away on your trip, I had time to think. I realized the Moon Goddess must have made a mistake with us."

He tucks a few strands of my hair behind my ears and a smile pulls on my lips when he starts to sing me a lullaby. His voice is rough and deep, not the sweetest but it will suffice. **♦**♦**♦** It is approximately one hour since we got back from the club and I am still up. I really thought that drinking myself silly would help me get through the night but I was wrong. I just got horny and stupid. The idea was to drink till I blacked out but Enzo rained on my fun. Honestly, I still don't understand why he suddenly decided that our clubbing time was over.

“You’ve been speaking to Adonis, and he’s been feeding you with rubbish. You want to join his crew? You want to let join his crew?” “What the fuck!” I yelled at him. “Yeah! I’d rather be in his godforsaken crew than be with such a disgusting man like you who’s out to use people. You are disgusting Dante, you are mean and if no one has told you then I would. You should know this now,you are an animal.” I yelled furiously as tears streamed down my face.