Dionysus Pjo Novels & Stories

“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.”

She explained, gesturing for Harlan, the painter to proceed. Harlan flipped over the first page of the Painting Pad and the painting of a middle aged man was shown. “That is Duke Leander Moonshadow of Joaska.” Lady Blackstorm started, Harlan flipped over to the next page. “And that is his wife Duchess Hezabeth Moonshadow.”

“Are you sure you know what you are doing? If your brother wants to kill him, doesn’t that mean he is dangerous?” “Dionysus, I know my father is your king and you are bound to obey him, but please, just this once, can you disobey?” Mariah looked at him, her beautiful blue eyes filled with tears. “Please, I don’t care what happens when he is awake, I don’t care if they succeed in killing him because that time, he is awake and he can defend himself. Right now, he is my responsibility, he is like this because he protected me. Even if I can’t do anything, I have to fight for his life, please, help me this once. Please, Dionysus.” Dionysus stared at her for a long time and heaved a long sigh, clo

Other than that, Dionysus no longer parties and performs drunken revelries as he used to, in the recent decades as Yeojoon, he lived the ordinary life of a secret writer under the pseudonym 'blueriver'. No one knows why he put on such name, but Yeojoon smiles wistfully everytime his friend asks him that question. "Anyway, what's on today's schedule, Damon?" He raised his brow at the man. His hands remained on his lap as he rolled his shoulderblades. Ah.. that soothed some of his sore muscles. Damon perks up immediately slid his phone off his pocket to check. "Monthly observation, Sire," Yeojoon gave him a look.

"Seraphina Agni, save our clan and come back safe. We need you, before our clan disappears, please— save the phoenix from crying..."

"We've all got the blood in our hands. We only receive what we demand." -Jack Johnson- *** Irina had just gotten back from home and she was surprised when she saw Adonis sitting in the living room. His facial expression was a bit dark, but it was not the kind derived from sorrow or anger. She took a step back when her eyes met Adonis. She was not sure why the man looked so serious but she had a bad feeling about it. She was making an attempt to walk away but before she could do so, Adonis stopped her with his words.

“Exactly, and we’re going to play on that line too” “You’re going to make him weaken until he’s revealed himself, aren’t you?” Dante smirked at my statement, and understanding, and shaking my head at him, I pinched the bridge of my nose as I tried to stop the smile from forming on my lips. I had to admit, one of the only things that I enjoyed about working with Giovanni was that I got to be someone who I wasn’t, someone who I actually wanted to be. A strong female who had no fears, a woman with no pain. It was something that didn’t exist in me no matter how much therapy I got. The drugs that I used were to forget my pain, and the alcohol that I drank was to drown my senses down, but I knew t