Dionysus Doing Everything Wrong Novels & Stories

Even now, Dion was still clinging to the fantasy that his so-called love could move me. His hair was completely unkempt like a beggar's, and his clothes were in tatters. He knelt before me with his one remaining leg, begging for my forgiveness. "Can you really bear to do this despite our relationship for all these years? Please come back, Jenna. I can't live without you! I was wrong! I was a fool, but I realize that now! I won't be seduced by Lena anymore. I have driven her out! She'll never be back again! Please, I beg you! I know my mistakes now, please come back!"

Professor Damaris also said that every Summoner has a spirit animal who can protect and guide them. The Healing Caste is the sixth caste in the Olympus wherein people like Dr. Foster have the ability to heal and revive someone from death. If not so, others from this caste can create different kinds of potions—good potions to be exact. Professor Damaris didn’t elaborate on it because she said that I’m able to know it soon.

He raised his finger between us, examined the dampness on it, and said, "Stop pretending. Anyone who wears panties like this is obviously open. Look at you. You are already wet. Stop forcing yourself. "Let go and feel what being a woman is like." The humiliation deepened until I felt completely exposed. "You are going too far. Aren't you afraid I will call for help?" He showed no fear. If anything, he seemed energized by it. "Go ahead. You could scream until you lose your voice, and no one would notice." He was right. The noise in the venue was overwhelming, and even with his mouth close to my ear, his words were hard to catch.

But the second they're out there again, his gaze settles on Calcedonio, clutching his injured hand and having a conversation with his brother, fury on his face. KY's gaze darts wildly around, looking for VINCENT DANZA, because KY isn't comfortable with ISAAC losing his volatile temper. But VINCENT DANZA nowhere in sight. Shit. And without delay, ISAAC charges at Calcedonio and beats him in the face. "Don't you ever touch KYOLINE's hand again!" "I don't know why I'm defending her," Calcedonio gurgles as he stumbles back. "So what did I try to do? Get in her panties? KYOLINE DIEGO is just a stupid slut like her mom."

Then in minute pass, they kept on forcing or threatening her. They’re psycho! *** The night deepens, making Kaliyah sleepy and tired already. Yet, the party was still as lively as before. She was walking in the grass field, finding a way to exit but then, she was pulled by an old woman. They were dancing around the bonfire, along a song and beating of drums. “Let’s dance, our goddess Luna!” she invited her though her invitation was already too late. Kaliyah was already in the dance floor with them.

As though my pain was just a lesson for the pack to learn. "If the Moon Goddess made a mistake," a voice called out, "then maybe the mistake isn't the bond." The hall went quiet. I looked toward the voice. It was an older wolf, one of the pack elders. His name was Marcus too, I remembered. The irony wasn't lost on me. "What do you mean?" the Alpha asked. The elder turned and looked directly at me. "Maybe the mistake was choosing the wrong mate. Maybe the Moon Goddess intended for someone else to be Alpha Ryker's Luna."

How could I let my old demons take over? I had never met a girl like that before. Never. In my environment, we often meet beautiful women who are ready to do anything to join the industry. But of all the creatures I have come across in my 25 years of existence, this one far surpassed all the others. I was already done when I looked up at her. I need to talk to someone about it. I pick up my phone and dial June's number. “Damon what the fuck have you done again?” “How do you know I did something stupid?”

During the holiday, my husband and I attended a free health screening organized by our local community clinic. The doctors diagnosed me with late-stage lung cancer. But after a follow-up examination, I learned the truth—the hospital had mixed up the test samples. The one who actually had lung cancer was my husband. We had always had a loving marriage, so I rushed home in tears. On the way back, I had already made up my mind to use every cent of my savings to pay for his treatment. But the moment I reached the door, I heard our son's worried voice from inside. "Dad, it's already late-stage cancer. Treatment is just going to be a money pit." I was about to push the door open and tell them

“You look perfect like this. My perfect mess.” I pulled back with a wet gasp, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “You’re—horrible.” He smirked. “And you’re trembling.” “Shut up,” I hissed, and took him back into my mouth before I could second-guess myself. This time, his breath broke. “Dio onnipotente.” (Almighty God.)

"I really hate you." "I said I'm sorry. I just can't help it. Fuck shit. What's wrong with me?" Dionysus exclaimed because he couldn't focus on finding the god-damned restroom while still laughing so hard like that. "Ohh! I can see the restroom now! Hold your horses! Don't poop in my arms! I'm begging you!" Zoey's tears suddenly halted especially when Dionysus opened the restroom's door and shouted like a madman. "What are you doing, bastard! Put me down!"