Dragon Room Bar Santa Fe Novels & Stories

As they exit the dressing room, Kat is waiting for her. “You rock girl,” Kat says. Kat hugs her. “Anytime you have an issue, you call me. I will come down here and kick some ass,” Reese says. We can eat at a restaurant or the Dungeon?” Luca asks Reese. “I have always wanted to see the Dungeon,” Reese replies. “The Dungeon it is,” Luca answers. The two arrive at the Dungeon. The Dungeon is well known for its erotic secrets. The Dungeon is a bar and restaurant, but what it is known for, is what goes on downstairs. The Dungeon is a place you can pay to have your fantasies come to life. No sex only play.

And for the first time in years, none of us were afraid of what came next. Chapter 67 Elena Vasquez Three months later. A Sunday toward the end of February the sort of chill that nips, at your knuckles yet still carries the scent of coffee and sizzling bacon as you exit the church. La Isla Dorada was crowded. Every table was occupied a queue stretched outside reggaeton gently booming from the speakers as Javier, at last allowed Marco to connect. The Virgin Mary statue hanging above the entrance wore a layer of paint and a small gold crown that someone (Rosa) had swiped from a bodega cat’s birthday celebration. The spot carried the scent it always should have: affection and a touch of disorde

“Just a bit. But not the entirety of my cerebellum, don’t you worry!” And so, the two drove towards their hang-out place—the city’s most expensive bar; with a secret brothel if only one knew the password. *** It’s not too loud in the bar. In fact, it was very spacious. Maybe because most of the men are already in the secret brothel of this bar, drinking someone else’s juice instead of a cocktail. Denver drank a half of the glass when his bestfriend said something that he almost forgot the reason on why they’re here.

why is he here now? Adam’s smirk deepens as he steps closer, his eyes locked on mine, glowing like embers in the dimly lit hall. “RUN!” Zoe’s scream shatters the tension, and the hall erupts into chaos. Guests and staff scream as they scatter toward the exits. Chairs topple, decorations crash to the ground, and the air fills with frantic cries. Even the priest, clutching his Bible, tries to flee, but Adam moves faster than any human should. His hand darts out, seizing the priest by the throat with a vice-like grip.

Oh boy, I already reviewed for the Filipino Subject, so I can now have some fun. He misses hanging out and drinking, but he must drink moderately. He gives the key to Diana as the other one doesn't care since she's texting her boyfriend for a romantic date. "Bye!" Denver shouts at her and takes a taxi to the bar. After one and half hours of waiting for his arrival, Sunshine keeps on singing some old school videoke with Angelito and Dennis' company. The Don's crazy side kicks in with an ample amount of alcohol and hor d-oeuvres.

Bree's GPS beeped, breaking into her reverie, and the mechanical voice told her to turn one half mile ahead. And there it sat, in the center of a long stretch of what the locals called a pole fence. The gateway's sign proclaimed the entrance to Rancho Dominacion. She swallowed a chuckle. Emilio Dacosta, the host of today's munch, was listed on the San Antonio BDSM site as a Dom with his own group. She wondered how many people thought the name merely implied his standing in the ranching community.

Two weeks later, Raven sat in a corner booth at the Black Fang, a dive bar in the heart of Diamondback territory. The establishment reeked of stale beer, cigarette smoke, and the kind of desperation that clung to places where people came to forget their problems rather than solve them. Neon beer signs cast sickly light across scarred wooden tables and a clientele that looked like they'd crawl over broken glass for their next fix.

his voice laced with scorn. “Santiago!” Domingo growled. Santiago without saying a word walked toward the door and when he stood there he turned to look at Domingo with a silly smirk at the corner of his mouth. When he left, Domingo quickly dressed Renata and when he was done, he carried her in his arms and left the room. “Leaving already?” Santiago asked with legs crossed on the center table and his arms spread across the cushion. “If you think you will go unpunished after drugging her, then you should have a rethink,” Domingo’s eyes rested on the white substance on the bar shelf.

It is such a huge part of my life that at some point I am going to have to let it out. I am considering pouring myself another drink but check the time. It's already nearly half past seven so I need to make my way downstairs to my car and driver. My heart begins to race at the thought of seeing the American girl again, it flutters at the thought of spending a few hours with her. I adjust my sapphire cufflinks and give myself the once over in the long antique mirror in my bedroom. Quickly I run my hands through my mop of dark hair and consider myself ready to go and meet her. "Good evening sir." My driver Pedro says as he holds the door open for me. I have already notified him of where we wil

Chaos chuckled beside me, gripping my hand tighter while Elliot looked around with similar fascination as I did. A pod of Dragons flew freely over our heads while vampires congregated inside a place called Red, which was an oxygen enriched blood bar. Young Fae’s with pointed ears chattered together drinking coffee and giggling amongst each other. I was in awe of everything. “This is amazing.” “This place is like hell on Earth,” Chaos added. Now that he’d said that; I desperately wanted to visit hell too. “I think I’d like to visit hell too then.” “You say the word and we’ll take a trip, kitten,” he pressed a kiss to my temple, pulling me flush to his side.