Books Set In Las Vegas Novels & Stories

Reno said, making Leo smile thinly while nodding. They planned to build a five-star hotel with all the luxurious facilities, equipped with restaurants, bars, and a casino, and they would collaborate with an Italian company. They would build the hotel precisely in Las Vegas, which is famous for its nightlife and people who love extravagance like parties. According to Reno, if they establish their business there, it would be very profitable for them, and Leo entrusted all these matters to Reno, although his secretary, Pedro, was slightly disagreeing with his decision. Leo was too busy to take over the cooperation, so he decided to leave everything to Reno.

Unlike New York, where pollution fumes are always present, this air was surprisingly clean and dry. As people went deeper into the city center, there were more and more bars. Huge hotels with names like "Caesars Palace" and "Bellagio" rose from the desert floor, each trying to get people's attention with flashy shows of wealth and fun. Anna was amazed by how big everything was. She couldn't help but think of the difference between the two cities. New York was a place that never went to sleep because people were always trying to reach their goals and follow their dreams. Las Vegas, on the other hand, seemed to be all about pure, unadulterated fun.

Between spending another night dwelling on her issues with Damon and the potential problems of being seen with Aaron, or dancing until her body ached in a questionable nightclub, perhaps the second option was better. "Alright, then. Let's go to the nightclub's grand opening," Elena closed her notebook. "I'll swing by home and change before." Why would anyone be in Las Vegas if not to indulge in the best the sin city had to offer? What the books recounted, what the movies showed, what people saw... none of it represented Vegas as well as the Casinos, the nightclubs, and the dirty money. The city of sin, indeed, was not for amateurs. A few hours later, the women were leaving Elena's house and

It's strange. Vivian: Give it time. Men always show themselves eventually. Me: Thank you for the optimism. Vivian: That's what I'm here for. Now sleep. Tomorrow you're a mafia wife. You need to be rested. I placed the phone face down on the nightstand and rolled onto my side. Through the window, Las Vegas sat on the horizon, all that light pushing against the dark. I had spent three years in this city. I had learned its pace, its appetite, its particular brand of reinvention.

“We also have businesses with various entertainment industries, bars and restaurants, casinos and resort chains.” “We’re well aware. We can discuss the deals as we start.” Brando opened the file and skimmed through the details before extending his hand toward Rione for the pen. This was it. Just a sign, I told myself. Just as the pen was about to touch the paper, the windows in the room broke. Even the men standing at the gate flinched. My eyes landed on the smoke grenades lying on the floor and then on the shattered window glass on the ground. Smoke filled the room within seconds. Everyone yelled.

We are approaching Las Vegas. I immediately sit up straighter. That slight movement apparently wakes Greg up because one eye opens. “You okay?” I turn and grin, “We’re landing.” His sleepy expression disappears instantly. As he sits up and looks out of the window. The desert stretches out beneath us with its warm golds and browns. There are long roads cutting through open lands. And then all I can see are buildings. A city has appeared out of nowhere. Las Vegas. I press my forehead lightly against the window. Las Vegas looks impossible. Like somebody has decided to build an entire city in the middle of nowhere and then make it glow.

We land in Vegas at 2 AM. The city's still awake—it's always awake—all neon and noise and people chasing dreams that'll cost them more than they can afford. Feels appropriate. "You sure about this?" Damien asks as our car pulls up to the Venetian. "No. But I'm doing it anyway." I grab his hand. "We're doing it anyway." The Presidential Suite looks exactly the same. Same view. Same ridiculously large bed. Same memories soaked into every surface.

I can’t bring myself to look at him still, so I continue to look out the window. When we reach the back entrance I slide out of the passenger seat and instruct the valet to have my luggage sent up to Levi’s penthouse suite. We decided that Andrew and I would stay at Levi’s place to keep up the appearance of us being here to have some x-rated fun. Andrew will be playing the role of my new toy that I’ve dragged along to Sin City to blow off a bit of steam. On Levi’s dime of course. It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve gone off with a lover to enjoy what Las Vegas has to offer, so it shouldn’t spook the demon we’re after into hiding.

The apartment provided to Jasper was located in the far side of the vampire’s castle. The awe that he felt as the limousine drove high above the clouds up the winding mountainous road toward the enormous stone structure that looked as if it was floating in the sky still lingered. Had he not been so angry with his recently acquired benefactor, he might have been better able to appreciate the awesomeness of his new home and situation. As it was, he was having difficulty moving past what had happened to his assistant during their drive home.

Chapter One The city lit up; it didn't sleep. Silver lights rippled across the desert night as Las Vegas spread out like a sparkling creation from the top level of the Aurelia Hotel. Inside the ballroom, the most wild souls in the world came together to play jazz, champagne poured like gold, and laughs erupted like flames.