Ch 5 Las Vegas Novels & Stories

“It's the tradition of bachelor parties, baby. Whores showing tits, private dances, pussies in your face; dollar bills in the garter of her little thong. What do you think men do in Las Vegas? I asked feigning disbelief. She gave me a long look, unaware that his brother Tyson was talking about how lucky I was to marry his little sister. -You got to be kidding! She growled louder than she should. That caused many pairs of eyes to turn to see her with frowns and others with concern. I tried to hold back a laugh and Chelsea narrowed her eyes at me. She smiled mischievously before saying, "Dad, tell me, is it true that there's a tradition of going to Las Vegas and seeing whores for bachelor part

I questioned, Lola and Ben. "Get married duh!" Jason remarked sarcastically. Why am I not at all surprised by what he just said. I rolled my eyes. "I'm being really serious Jason." I responded in a serious tone. "I'm also being serious." he countered. "What does marriage have to do with Las Vegas?" I asked Jason. "A lot of people get married at Elvis chapel, Las Vegas is known for the amount of weddings that take place there." he explained.

Lucian's POV Tonight, Las Vegas pulsed like a beat. Neon veins across the strip, colors bleeding into the desert sky. I came because Zeke had asked for me, and Zeke never asked for anything he couldn't bend on. I drove myself; no chauffeur, no convoy. No reminders that I was supposed to be untouchable. Some nights, I needed my hands on the wheel. The car was an Aston Matini, as black as obsidian and polished to reflect the chaos of light we passed.

The Lounge stank with the stench of stale smoke and cheap perfume, a dingy hole-in-the-wall on the frayed edges of the Las Vegas Strip. Neon signs flickered erratically outside, casting erratic pulses of red and blue through the grimy windows, but inside, the spotlights were merciless—harsh beams that stripped away any illusion of glamour. Lexi Monroe moved beneath them. At twenty-five, she was all long legs and full curves, her skin glistening with a sheen of sweat as she swayed to the thumping bass of some forgotten pop remix.

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

Lucien's POV The view from the penthouse of the Thorne Tower was supposed to be the ultimate prize, but tonight, the sprawling lights of the Las Vegas Strip just looked like a circuit board I’d already mastered. I leaned back in my leather chair, the amber liquid in my glass catching the glow of the city. I had spent a decade carving my name into the marrow of this desert. I had crushed the syndicates, bought the politicians, and silenced the dissenters. Now, there was nothing left but the quiet.

Prologue: Neon Veins Zacian POV The penthouse perched like a crown atop the Bellagio, its glass walls framing the Vegas sprawl below. It was a glittering beast pulsing with stolen light. I stood at the edge, hands braced on the cool rail, feeling the city's heartbeat thrumming up through the soles of my polished loafers. Neon veins snaked through the dark, marking the Strip's eternal carnival, a river of vice where fortunes flipped like cards in a rigged deck.

Warning SPG Rated 18+ Drunk or not, Catherine knew she was being unreasonable and crazy enough to say "marry me now," especially here in Las Vegas. She knew she wasn't thinking clearly when she said "yes" to the hotty. What could go wrong? She once read that Vegas was a popular wedding spot, and for very good reasons: iconic chapels, speedy marriage licenses, and out-of-this-world venues. Whether your heart was set on a minimum of ten people or less, a micro wedding, or like now, they were planning a stupid one-time game of elopement, there was a Vegas ceremony with their name on it.

Rosalynn's POV. “Miss, are you sure that you want to come down here?” “Miss!” It wasn't until Alex called for the second time that I snapped out of the thoughts enveloping me. I glanced across the street at the most famous bar in the city. It was not yet dark, but the bar had turned on its bright electric lights, making it extremely prominent on the street. A large crowd of people continuously flowed in and out freely. Because this was Las Vegas, all business activities like bars, and casinos were normalized.