Dragon Room Bar Santa Fe Novels & Stories

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.

Seen. When the SUV pulled up next, Mya blinked in confusion. The glowing sign above the entrance read Crossfire in sleek neon. Music pulsed faintly through the walls, the line of eager patrons snaking down the block. Cameron grinned, opening her door with a flourish. “We figured you need a change of pace. Something fun. Something to scrub Damon and Sloane’s voices out of your head.” Alexander added simply, “We own this place. It’s secure.” Adrian smirked faintly. “And yes, we’re technically working right now, because everything here runs through our hands. But tonight—it’s for you.”

After a brief silence, he looked at her and replied, “Finlandia. I like coming here for a drink and afterward, I go to the observatory to look at the stars. Sometimes, I go to the Four Seasons hotel restaurant for dinner. I go right before it closes and get a full course meal. Then afterward, I often go to the Hemingway Bar.” “Hemingway Bar? Is that your favorite bar?” Christian nodded. “It has a very unique interior structure. It’s dark inside and after you pass the sofa, you need to open the door that looks like a wall. When you go in, it looks like a cave and the place is filled with bookcases. When I drink there, I feel like I am walking down a street in Spain.” Christian stopped and loo

she frowns, flipping the script on him and opens the door when he jams it. “Shit, you better not be fucking with me,” he says with a deep frown, “give me a minute, I’ll take you to him.” “Thanks,” Raven replies, nervous to the bone, her heart racing hard. A few minutes later, Lester drives up to a high end club in town known as Sodom, a strip club known for its hedonistic acts. If there was ever a place where fever could be sold as a legal item, it would be here.

The bedding was tropical of course, with palm trees and flowers, and the bathroom was covered in white tile from floor to ceiling. “This is perfect!” she exclaimed, as she looked up at Drago with an adoring smile. “I’m glad you like our little ‘honeymoon’ suite,” he drawled,his green eyes shining in the natural light. “Whaat?” Madchen was taken aback. Yes, she had agreed to be his mate, and yes, she was falling hard and fast for the uber sexy dragon, but she wasn’t ready for...certain activities. She was still a virgin, she didn’t have the first clue what to do when it came to this sort of thing. Drago had seen her naked, even touched her, but she was half out of it when this had occurred.

All their Boss is free to spend at the resort as well as the food. "Where are they?" Ynaria asked in surprise when she found that no one was waiting outside the resort. But Ynaria's hair stood on end when Clement read the name of the resort. "Welcome to Santa Demon Resort." "I don't understand. With the number of resorts here all over Laguna, why did our boss really choose it!" Ynaria's complaint. "The name is cool, the theme is weird like horror." Clement commented in astonishment. Clement walked around because they were surrounded by towering trees. While Ynaria was just looking outside the gate when she felt someone behind them. She frowned when she saw a child hiding behind a tree.

Didi has insomnia, and everyone knows this just by looking at the dark circles under her eyes. I suddenly frown: "I hope you're not taking any of that junk that drug dealers sell, Didi." She nods and begins to laugh softly: "No. You know I don't touch that stuff." She immediately shuts up. Behind me, I can hear the bell of the front door. In the reflection of the large mirror behind the bar, I see Santo enter and walk toward me. The customers quickly get up and walk out of the restaurant room, simply throwing the bills to pay their account on the table.

Jo knew perfectly well which of those goals would be the hardest to stick to. She drove to the parking lot, noted that the construction on Blue Dragon was already going on for the day, and parked close to The Garage. She looked over at Satan’s Bar, saw no movement at all and no surprise. Although it was open 24/7 for the MC members, she doubted that much would be happening at 8 a.m. on a Wednesday. She got out, reached for her backpack on the back seat. “Mornin’, Ms. Angeles,” a deep voice voice said behind her and she jumped and spun.

My hair was swept back, my heels were too high, and every eye followed me when I walked in. Including his. Dominic stood near the bar in a black tuxedo, talking to a board member. He didn’t approach. He didn’t wave. But his stare burned into me like a promise. And then Rafael walked up. Tall. Bronze-skinned. With a Spanish accent that could melt glaciers and a smile like sin. “Lana Lane,” he said, offering his hand with a sly grin. “Dominic’s intern, yes?” “I’m not an intern,” I replied.

Including sanitizing everything at the end of the night. I have had to throw him out of here a few times for being too rough with the customers. His name is Trenton but he calls himself The Master. He opened a place about forty-five minutes from me called the Dungeon. I went there once to check it out. I have to wonder how he stays in business. It is nasty as in it doesn’t look like he ever cleans. There are no bouncers or security. His rooms are ill-equipped to handle clients' needs. His bar is pathetic. It is just a horrible place. Not to mention the rumors I have heard. Subs leaving Doms with bruises and cuts. It seems like anything goes there including beatings. That isn’t what being a D