Drama Vip Novels & Stories

Such a goody- two shoe. "Okay, okay. TMI. I'll call in sick. But it's best if Vine pretends to really make Serine as out to need assistance. Then I could call sick cause no one would believe I would lie." I looked at my best friend in utter disbelief. "I always knew you had a devil on your shoulder."

she said encouragingly. Vipin blushed but knew he had to reciprocate her openness and vulnerability. With a deep breath, he slowly started removing his clothes. Prisha eagerly watched as he did so, admiring his powerful physique and commitment to his fitness journey. "You look great, Vipin," she said sincerely, making him proud. "I want to see your cock, your fitness secret," she said with a mischievous smile.

he pressed, his tone firm but curious. Summoning a burst of courage, I spoke up before anyone else could intervene. "Manager, is there any seat still available in the VIP or VVIP section to watch the movie Shame?" I inquired, my voice steady. Everyone gasped, shocked by my audacity. "Yes, ma," the manager replied, "the VVIP section, where you can watch movies with all comfort and goodies, is available." "She's a slave, Manager," Sarah interjected, her voice laced with disdain.

She sits on the edge of the bed, reading through the email and her screenshot. "A package with a VIP credit card?" she mutters. “Is that even a thing?” She skims through the rest of the message. "They even sent me the PIN code... Damn it. Henry must have seen this too." Her grip tightens around the phone before she tosses it aside. Rising to her feet, she marches toward the bathroom. “Danny! Can we talk?” Danny, still enjoying his warm bath, hums lazily. “What’s up?” “The company sent me a message saying they’ll be sending me a VIP credit card. What does that mean?”

He had been the villain in his former wife’s life in the past. But you see, villains know how to cry too. Villains also know what regrets are. And villains also know how to let go. Just like how Hans Kenji Alvez quietly cried, whispering that he was letting go of his ex-wife, Xiellenna Mondregal-Alvez, while murmuring the word sorry.

“K, the client already paid and we cannot refund that. It’s just one night and he’s not going to do anything to you.” “Madame, my job here as a stripper is to dance and not to obey a VIP’s wishes.” Kiara retorted and Phoenix intervened. “Sure, you want to dance then?” he asked in a mocking tone which made Kiara turned around to look at him again. “Get us a VIP room. It’s what she wants.” Phoenix added and Madame Tel glanced at Kiara first before she nodded to oblige.

I took a deep breath in and out. Time to face my fate. "You wanted to see me", I asked. He handed me a receipt, "Your mother's bill, we paid 6 months upfront, also upgraded her place to the VIP section and..... why are you staring at me like that?". My mouth was hanging. The VIP section is $500k per month. I managed to close it back. I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out, nothing at all. I shook my head. He chuckled, he's chuckling? he's talking to me? he's not ignoring me or whatever? he's actually talking to me?

“You’re up. VVIP room. And don’t screw it up.” I lift a brow. “Why me? I’m not even on the rota.” He steps closer, reeking of cigars and authority. > “Because you’re the only girl available right now. And this client is not just anyone. He’s top-tier. Royal, maybe. If he complains, I swear, I’ll make your life hell.” Just like that, my stomach flips. Only one kind of man ever asks for the VVIP dancers—men with power, secrets, and sometimes... regrets.