Dionysus Doing Everything Wrong Novels & Stories

he commands. The guards obey, dragging Dante out of the cell. “Now it's your turn to fulfill your part” Sebastian says, facing me. I sigh heavily, I never imagined I'd wish for the ground to open up and swallow me whole. If I could speak to the moon goddess for just a few minutes, I'd ask why she made a terrible mistake choosing him for me. I'd tell her how much I hate her for destroying the love between Dante and me. I'd ask her why she gave me the perfect father but a monster for a mate.

“He's gone to take care of his father's funeral. His face looked downcast, let's just hope that once buried, he feels that his father is in a better place. “I don't think so. We all know that the crimes he committed, are not easily forgiven by the moon goddess. So, you are aware that you are not in a better place, Rain.” I mean, feeling a little bad because that's the way reality is. Dionysus was not a good husband, father or leader. Therefore, I doubt that the few good actions he performed are enough to balance the scales. “Then, I will ask your father to take care of choosing the best men and preparing the plane for your trip tomorrow. Rest for now, we all need it here.

We got drunk and watched movies and danced and ranted about our issues. "I don't understand why people think I'm gay." Dom slurred, narrowing his eyes as he walked around my living room with a bottle of Jack Daniels in his hand. "I mean I hang out with guys and girls. It's all your guys' fault theres no more guys in this friend group." "Orion was suppose to come," I chuckled like a mad woman. I was laying on the couch staring at the ceiling lights. "Yes, he was," Preslie nodded, taking small bites from her slice of pizza that she had been holding for half an hour now. "but none of us wanted to watch you two make out all night."

Everything about him had screamed weirdly attractive. Overhead, through invisible speakers, The Weeknd’s “Lost in the fire” filters through, setting the mood in the room. He is standing near the bar, pouring whiskey into a glass. Turning, he sees the horrified expression on my face and bursts out chuckling. "You look like you've seen a ghost!" he says. I gesture around. "This is a little bit crazy!" “I guess I must apologize for not telling you what you're getting into. My taste is a bit more unorthodox, Jazz,” he says.

His voice dropped to a growl so deep the walls vibrated. “—they die.” Castor said nothing. There was nothing to say. He bowed and left to make preparations. Later, alone once more, Darian stood by the ancient wolf statue in his private sanctum. A tribute to the Moon Goddess. He hadn’t prayed in decades. Not since the rage took over. Not since silence had answered every plea. But tonight, he bowed his head. “Whatever this is,” he whispered, “don’t take her again.” No wind stirred. No reply came.

I had strutted towards the entrance of the underground club, only to collide with him the next minute. “Hey there, damsel,” He said, leaning against the marble wall like he owned the whole goddamn building. My heart nearly catapulted out of my chest, because I had definitely ignored his call and he wasn’t supposed to be in Anthens– I barely told him. We had fallen into a brief argument before Lauren suggested the trip and the other truth was that he wasn't even meant to be in Greece at all. He had told me he was going for a business meeting with a friend, or so I thought, but apparently he had flown private just to come see me all because I wasn't answering his call. One phone call.

“Don’t touch her.” Sarah tried to push past her. Naomi shoved her back. Hard. Sarah stumbled, losing her balance for one humiliating second before Joey grabbed her arm. The ballroom erupted. Gasps rose from every direction. Someone cried out. Joey shouted, “She attacked Sarah!” Naomi pointed at Sarah. “She was trying to touch Marilyn!” “Security!” Joey yelled dramatically. “Someone call security!” Sia moved to Marilyn’s other side, her expression fierce. “Try it again and see what happens.”

“You made a mistake. You’re literally the Moon goddess, and you made a mistake.” “I’m the Moon goddess, dear. I am the past, the future, and the now. I don’t make mistakes. I see it all.” “Then what do you call this?” The omega waved her hands around in frustration. “I am suffering. I was not made for this role that you gave me. I can’t do this.” “No, you can.” “You don’t understand!” She snapped. “Why…? Why can’t you understand?!”

My ashes were scattered. I didn't care what game Olympus was playing now. "Listen, I'll make it quick!" Hermes talked a mile a minute. "Your wife Cassia lost it! She's gone crazy! She's destroying the world!" "Oh." I replied flatly. "Good for her." Hermes choked on my indifference. "Did you not hear me?! She locked the new destiny's favorite, Adonis, in a basement and tortures him every day. She's on a killing spree!"

*** Faye's POV Daxton showed up again—dead-end desperate, no place left to crawl. He caught me outside my office, looking wrecked. Dude aged a decade in a week. Dropped to his knees, grabbed my legs, ugly crying. "Babe, I messed up. I was thinking with the wrong head. Please, five years—give me one more shot. It's over with Mona. I don't want her baby. I want you. Can we fix this?" I stared down like he was gum on my shoe. "My biggest regret? Meeting you. Start over? You think you earned that?"