Novel & Cerita Dragon Room Bar Santa Fe

My eyes nearly bugged out of my head at the sight, and I could feel the heat crawling under my skin, begging to be let out. It wasn't long before I reached Dorm 314. The young women in the dorm were especially brazen. They'd tease me mercilessly whenever I checked their dorm. I was admittedly a little embarrassed every time I entered their dorm. This time, I'd just arrived at the door when I heard their giggling and noisy chatter coming from inside their room. I knocked on the door. "Dorm check!" Within seconds, Francine Whitmore opened the door. She wore only panties to cover her modesty below. She was practically dripping with youth and vibrancy.

Dresna hesitated, then, gathering his confidence, followed me into the crowded interior. I pushed through a throng of customers dressed in white togas, some with colored sashes around their waists. Several of them were already becoming belligerent. When I reached the bar, I pressed my thumb twice to the computerized services to place my order. More than a month’s allowance automatically depleted my savings as two glasses of Drax shot up through an opening on the bar before me. Wow, Drax was an expensive stimulant! “Here’s to our survival,” I laughed, handing a glass to Dresna, who was nervously glancing around the room. I took a sip of the clear liquid and grimaced. Why would anyone travel f

Drue waited for us at the end of the rooms, Elic was with her and we were surprised when Cyan followed us. The bar isn't that far, said Drue, it was located in between. I was amazed to see that the bar was so big, I was sure all the members of the three factions could fit in it. There's this red light on its name: the Dauntless Night House.

“Desert palace hotel and casino. I especially like the casino part, but they have a cute little hotel with a golf course and bowling. A very desert-themed vibe, but I thought our snow angels would prefer something opposite to what they experienced on their last trip.” “That is not funny, Hoffman,” Caleb grunted. “Geez, okay, my bad. I see the dragon has his little hellhound around; I better be careful.” Ryan stated and held up his palms in retreat. “Wait, if Declan is a dragon and Caleb is a hellhound, can I please be a Reaper?” Aideen laughed. “Sweetheart, you’re more like a fairy,” Ryan replied, which made Aideen pout and everyone else laughed.

I asked with curiosity. He turned slightly to look back at me. "The face is a casino. It's also a club with a fighting arena. Very illegal." "Interesting." I relaxed back into my seat. I stifled another yawn. It's evident I would be falling asleep very soon. We eventually got to the Santa Maria as the rich darkness of the night surrounded us. I stepped out from the car and inhaled the clean air. "Fancy place." I muttered as my guards followed me inside. It only took a few words from Ramsay to the bouncer at the door for me to jump the queue.

"You two get yourselves something to drink from the bar and take a good look around while you are at it. I have a feeling that our friend will check in today." Donte and Rafael look at each other. This hotel is about nine hundred meters away from the City Port where the Dragong gang would make their meeting. The person to meet them is possible to check in at this hotel anytime today. The members of the Dragon gang will come on a yacht or a small ship but whether they would stay or not remains a question that we will answer to after tonight.

Sarah staggered off the dance floor at The Cave, the hottest, coolest bar in Denver, and collapsed at the VIP table. She grabbed her glass, drained it of all wine, then nodded as Maria held up the bottle, offering more. “Yes, please,” Sarah said, slurring a bit. “I’m gonna be sooooo sorry tomorrow, but right now, I don’t care.” “Aw, hell, it’s your Hen Party night,” Mirrie said, cradling her glass of pineapple juice. “Enjoy yourself.”

I said and again, walked away, and went inside the Elder Fyre's house. I am now standing in front of the door of the Elder's room. I knocked three times and as she gave the authority that I can come in, I went inside. Looking at her looking at me feels kind of weird. We both have these bright red eyes that look like are about to be on fire. She really looks like my mother. "Come sit here Seraphina, my child." She said patting the space beside her. I went closer and sat beside her and as I sat, she held my hand and started to look straight into my eyes, which creeps me off, well, kind of.

Knox POV I sat at the bar, nursing my fifth drink of the day. The White Flag was a sleek, modern joint just outside pack territory, a haven for all supernaturals. The bar had a sophisticated vibe, with plush leather seats, ambient lighting, and a polished mahogany counter that gleamed under the soft glow of chandeliers. It was a place where everyone was welcome, as long as they followed the two rules: no fighting! And leave the drama at the door.

He arrived in Spain in the afternoon. Barely a few hours had passed and all he could think about was his sweet little mate. They had a passionate night before his departure. He just wanted to find Nova as soon as possible and get back to his mate. Getting out of the car he strolled into the club which was booming with loud music as a wild crowd was dancing on the floor. Draken made his way through the crowd as he stopped at the bar. The bartender flashed him a brow as Draken ordered a drink.