Dragon Room Bar Santa Fe Novels & Stories

"But she'll see. I'll make her see that Dracealina McKeenish isn't a pushover. Oh no, she isn't. She's Finn's mate. And no one can claim otherwise." "We'll get the bitch," I said. Nodded my head to cement my offer of support. Drace smiled. Her teeth were a bit longer than normal. "Oh aye, Mistress, we'll get her, indeed." Her smile fell, her hands went to her belly. "I'll be right back." She pushed up from her chair and raced towards the back of the establishment. I looked at Ari. "Why is this called a bar? I don't see any. Just tables and countertops. Some shady looking characters who look like they're quite deep into their drinks."

She liked to read thriller novels and preferred romantic movies where she always cried at the end. She had light blue eyes with dark brown hair, and a smile for every person she encountered. She believed that the world was filled with people only trying to survive and that they were generally good. Her real name though was Charlotte Douglas and she had moved around quite a few times from Elko, Nevada before settling in Epworth almost five years ago. She had changed her name and worked at the diner for four years before buying it from Mr. Carlson who finally decided to retire at the age of seventy.

"C'mon, we better go. The others are probably already there." Like many bars and pubs in New York, the Silver Dollar was squeezed between two other buildings that may or may not have been built at the same time and looked barely big enough to hold fifty people, much less the numbers that threatened to be descending on the popular haunt that evening. Yet once inside, the heat of bodies filling the bar chased away the chill of the spring evening and gave way to a cacophony of noise. Music, chatter, laughter and the sound of glass clattering into a bin filled every inch of the air as humans and draygonians mingled. There was no segregation between the visitors and the hosts. Everyone was gettin

Delores is watching baby rose tonight, and they have a big canopy tent over a wooden dance floor and a bar with drinks and food. Everyone is dancing and drinking, having a good time. Kelsy and Ryder grind against each other on the dance floor and a few others. What is this Dirty Dancing? I grabbed Xander's hand and led us to the bar. "You can't drink," "Nah, shit, sherlock. You can drink, and I'll eat," Xander chuckles and nods his head, he orders a scotch on the rocks, and I place a few finger sandwiches on my plate and some pasta. When Xander gets his drink, we go and find a seat.

“We will discuss this later.” She motioned for her soldiers to follow her and headed in the direction of the sounds. When they came upon the large room, the vampires and the werewolf were still bent over while Chloe lay in a heap between them. Verona’s eyes went fiery red at the sight of a half-dozen dragons filling up the room. Her voice was rich with hostility as she hissed, “You dare step foot in Meta territory?” “Spare me,” Myriana said as she set fire to Verona with her breath.

"It's not just physical attraction, Peter. We have a connection, a bond. I can't explain it, but I know that she's the one for me. She’s my fated mate, I know it.” Peter chuckled. "Okay, Dante. I'll be there in an hour, and we'll drink until you forget about this Anna girl." Dante hung up the phone and got dressed for the night. He wanted to look good for his night out with Peter, even though he didn't feel good on the inside. When he arrived at Rynx, Dante was struck by its beauty. The bar was stunning, with crystal chandeliers, plush seating, and an extensive drink menu. It was a place where people came to see and be seen.

“We went back to my apartment. We were planning to go to this new club that just opened. We showered and changed clothes. Joe came out of the bathroom and asked me if I wanted to smoke a bowl before we left. I know he didn’t have any drugs on him when he came into town the night before cause I asked. Then all of sudden he has pot. I don’t think he realized how obvious it was. He’s usually pretty careful. I guess he had a lot on his mind. I didn’t ask him or confront him about it.” “Do you remember the name of the restaurant?” Matt asked. D.W. thought. “No, but I remember what it looked like. It was located in the urban part of Phoenix. The building had gray stones and it was connected to oth

Edgar laughed ruefully as he tossed the tiny empty tequila bottle on the table and held out his hand for another. Heith tossed him one, then dumped two more mini-bottles of whiskey in a glass of ice. “Ya think?” He took a big swallow of his drink. “I can’t believe how much they are charging us for this dungeon.” Edgar groaned, rubbing his ribs. “Dang, those cows could kick. Sorry, I couldn’t warn you about Lady Scarlet.” “Lady Scarlet? The Dom?”

"Oops, sorry. I told you I'll eat like there's a feast but I didn't know that my stomach will be these full. They have an amazing food!" Bryce ordered one box of Sans rival for later. They went to see the Casa Santa Museum where Christmas is celebrated all year long boasting its collection of over 3,700 Santa Claus and Christmas-themed items. Nia enjoyed taking a lot of pictures with the items, having stolen shots of Bryce and the two of them together. Its almost dark outside when Bryce ask them to go. "Do you want to go to another place for an overnight?" "Sure thing!" Their last stop was OYO 185 Seven Suites Observatory Hotel. Nia choose the room with two single beds with a side table in t

There was also a snack table at the back and a mini bar that Draco instantly headed off to while I took to standing by the glass window, to watch the youngsters have fun. But there’s something that I noticed was quiet common in every bar, no exception to how posh it was…whenever there was a flock of young, beautiful women, ready to have fun and enjoy each other’s company and dance the night away…a pack of wannabe gangsters weren’t far enough, hoping that they could get to hookup for free and probably spread their STDs all around. “See something interesting?” Draco asked as he came to stand next to me, handing me a glass of red wine as he took a sip of his whiskey.