Best Friend Las Vegas Photos Novels & Stories

So, I'd prefer to go back there than choose another club. “I'm glad to see you again, Camari,” Brad greeted. He shook my hand. “Jasmine.” He looked at my best friend. “Don't treat us. Jasmine will pay for my food and drinks tonight.” I glanced at my best friend. “We want to sit at the bar. Are there any empty seats?” “It's not customers’ favorite spot. So, there's always a place there,” he replied. “It's not a favorite because people come with friends or couples?” I guessed.

“Especially better than that. Though that night changed everything. It started us on this wild path.” Jasmine yelled from the side, breaking the moment with perfect timing. “Get a room, newlyweds! We can all see you! Save some romance for the honeymoon!” Bianca shouted right after, camera in hand. “We still need more pictures! Stop being cute for five seconds! Jasmine, get over here and pose with them. This is memory gold.” Jasmine ran over, striking a dramatic pose. “Smile big! This is going on my feed. Caption: ‘My best friends just tied the knot on a basketball court. Iconic. Love wins, haters stay mad.’”

I mused. “Nathan, you’re so over the top with spoiling me!” Amelie blurted out. “Just you wait,” I smirked. We take off from the hangar and head towards the Las Vegas strip. Amelie’s hair is blowing in the breeze, and she sings along to the radio, which ironically plays Elvis’ Viva Las Vegas. We made a quick stop at the Welcome to Las Vegas sign, and a nice couple offered to take our picture. We get back in the car, and Amelie quickly sends the picture to Tiff. Her text notification goes off in less than 30 seconds.

“Okay. Spill. All of it.” I stared at her for a long moment, trying to figure out how to even begin. The words stuck in my throat, too big, too insane to say out loud. But Ava wasn’t just my best friend. She was my safe place. If I couldn’t tell her, I’d explode. “Do you remember when I went to Vegas?” I asked slowly. She snorted. “You mean when you called me at three a.m. crying about tequila shots and how your ex was trash? Yes, I recall.”

Sliding glass doors led to a balcony that showed a stunning view of the city in the distance—bright lights, so full of stories and interest. "So beautiful." she said again. He dipped his head in silent concession, moving towards the kitchen and pulling a bottle of champagne from the fridge. She recognised the label for its distinctive golden color. He took her martini glass from her and put both their glasses in the sink, then she watched as he unfurled the foil from the champagne bottle and popped the cork effortlessly, grabbing two flutes and half filling them. "Your sister is an amazing friend too," Sasha continued, desperate for something to say in order to fill up the silence, "I don’t

I don't want to see them around me. My mind drifted back to what happened to me last night. I was raped. By my bestfriend. The thought gathered tears in my eyes. I never believed he could do that to me. In front of everyone. If only I knew this is gonna happen to me. I wouldn't have gone there with that bastard. "I need to check your state of health. Will you?" The doctor said trying to touch me again but slapped his hand off. Men irritates me now. "Don't touch me. Please." I pleaded.

CODY I pulled my bike to a stop on the abandoned road at the outskirts of Seattle. The place was filled with indistinct noises, the rumbling of vehicles, and mists of smoke. Neon lights lit up the whole place. The place I had lived long enough to call my home. "Ice, you are here!" Gabrielle, one of the Father's daughters, walked towards me dressed in a tank top and tight jeans. The neon lights did a great job of highlighting her tattoo—the same snake-in-a-vine tattoo as everyone else.

I tease, and we both laugh. I didn’t realise how much I miss her and Alec until now. But I’d rather be run over by a car than show Alec that despite his shitty behavior, I still miss him. “So I’m the one who gets to be ignored?” Alec asks with a small smile that I respond to with a glare. I am about to say something when the gate is forced open. We all turn to check what is happening and when we do, my breath hitches. Thorne Xandros, my brother’s ex-best friend and now enemy, in all his glory storms into the house premises with a deadly look on his face.

A moment later, I found myself walking across one of the most luxurious ballrooms in the city led by one of the most respected businessmen with eyes of dozens of influential people watching us. No pressure at all. None whatsoever…hopefully. “Vivian?” One of her friends spoke up after moments of silence from her carefully asking. “Are you alright.?” Vivian lifted her head up, tilting her chin a bit. “Of course, I am.” She said with a smile, too flawless for comfort.