Dionysus Pjo Novels & Stories

“ I’m afraid I can’t do that, Ma’am . My boss will have my head” Understandable. She opens the door wider and ushers me inside and I am immediately sucked into a world of neutral colors and art. The interior is a blend of modern and vintage. The man clearly has taste… that’s if he had anything to do with it. As I take in the surroundings, my eyes land on three people, standing in the same position I met Celine earlier. The first , a handsome man who looks to be of the same descent as Marcello steps forward and bows slightly. “ Welcome Ma’am , I am Julio. I work as the chef.” His accent reminds me of Maria’s. I was right, then.

he said. I couldn’t help but nod, because I had no clue why anyone would want Ella Delgado. By calling me that, I realized they didn’t know who they really had. “Please, let me go. I’m a nobody.” He ignored me. “My name is Domenico, and I’m your new god. If I tell you to speak, you speak. If I tell you to suck my cock, you do it. Otherwise there are nasty consequences.”

As if on cue, Dionysus finally unleashed his inner demon. "Hold tight, baby. Because I won't be gentle anymore." Dionysus murmured, subtle warning was laced with his deep-seated voice. He wrapped both of Zoey's legs around his waist, before ramming his long and thick shaft inside and out of Zoey's pulsating pussy.

Nef and Ron were already on the way towards their table. Zion rubbed his brows as he felt a sudden pain but there was no choice to follow the hungry friends. With their tummies, their eyes were also hungry and thirsty and that thirst can only be quenched by looking at the hot girls. When the girls saw them, they were over the cloud nine. Zion is no less than Roman or Greek God. Slightly tanned skin, dark eyes, dark hair, tall height, perfectly balanced and muscled body, high IQ, a heir of the top IT company of the country, in short he is perfect in every way and a dream guy of every girl.

"No. You take your three sugar pods, which I already find hellish, as a quantity in a coffee shop. I don't want to be responsible if you get diabetes." Dio mio! A woman standing up to Santo?! Ah. To hell with my Machiavellian plan to make him die of diabetes thanks to my cooking. Santo has the angel Didi to look after him. Santo angrily grabs the three bags and pours them into his cappuccino. "You are not responsible for me, woman!" Am I dreaming, or is that the shadow of a smile I see forming on his lips? Didi dramatically rolls her eyes and turns around to answer the phone again.

“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.

With his chest panting as he took in more oxygen and water dripped from his head down his face, he saw the figure standing there and did not have to ask who it was. The man gave him a small smile, removing the purple robe he was wearing and leaving it on the tiled floor before walking down the stairs of the pool and letting out a sigh of approval when he was fully in then resting his chest on the walls with his hands on the edge of the pool, looked at Loukas, "Nice to meet you as well, Loukas." Dionysus. The god of pleasure. The clear blue pool slowly turned red, a colour that brought alarm to Loukas' brain but for some obscene reason, he could not move. "What are you doing?"

“And I agree with those voices.” He chugged another good amount of liquor inside his throat. “Dio…” Hercules called him with his soft voice. “Is this really your doing? Are you really gonna betray me?” Dionysus visibly ignored him, propped his hand under his chin, and leaned on the table. “What do YOU know about being Shadow’s pectoral muscles connoisseur? I’ve been on this since I discovered it.” The air around them heightened and Hercules squished his fists. Dionysus didn’t explicitly say it but he was indeed serving the small lord for how long he didn’t know.

Then I wrapped my arms around her shoulder, her head leaning close to me, and we started to walk into the house together. *Flashback* "Please! Just name your price and make me famous!" "Make my husband forsake his mistress and fall in love with me again! I'm ready to pay!" "I want to be the most good-looking woman in this village, but I don't really have any money! But I'm willing to serve you!" Jasmine was peering through the window curtain when Helene started calling her from the dining hall. She drew the window drapes firmly closed and stepped into the dining hall.

Bo said seriously. “Really? And what do you know about Jericho?” “Jericho is this crazy ass white dude that always gets the job done. He doesn’t even blink, man. He kills you so quick you don’t even know you dead,” he said and I laughed. “Word is he’s ice cold too, doesn’t feel a thing and he can get real creative. You know him?” “Yeah, I know him,” I said. “His last job paid nine hundred.” Bo’s eyes widened in shock. “No shit? Nine hundred? Damn, man.”