Drama Vip Novels & Stories

"Ma'am, perhaps we can start with—" "I'm Lyra, the Chairperson," Piper interrupted, flaunting her fake and stolen status. "I can buy whatever I want." Piper swooped through the racks, grabbing designer dresses and jewels. "I'll take it all!" Shoppers stared, whispering among themselves. "OMG! That's the famous Lyra and survived the fire incident." "She's a superwoman." A sales associate nervously approached. "Ma'am, would you like to try some pieces in the VIP suite?"

I chuckled and said, "Regardless, we do need to know who is supposed to be in my room and the nurses that are allowed in here, must be trusted with not only keeping my medical condition confidential, but with not being able to be bribed to kill me." The doctor said, "Good Heavens! We can't have that. We will initiate VIP protocol for you. I'm ashamed to say it hasn't been done yet. But, in my defense, I was busy trying to keep you alive." I nodded and said, "What is VIP protocol?" He said, "We will have only one nurse, on each shift, taking care of you. That nurse will receive triple her normal pay during your stay with us. This reduces their chances at being vulnerable to bribes. In the oth

"She's a ghost. And you dragged a ghost into our house." The table was quiet. Felt the weight of it. Five pairs of eyes doing math. Varek's hands tightened on the back of the chair. The leather creaked. "She's my wife," Varek said. "My blood covers her. That's all this table needs." "Is it?" Syris smiled again. "Because what I hear from Sector Four is that you bought a girl to cover a debt. That she's not a wife. She's a prop." He looked at me. "No offense."

“Thank God you’re here. I need you in the VIP section tonight.” I froze, one hand still on the doorframe. “VIP? But I’m scheduled for the main floor. Maria usually handles VIP.” “Maria called in sick. You’re the only one I trust not to fuck it up.” He wiped his hands on his shirt and gave me a pointed look. “We’ve got big spenders tonight. I’m willing to pay triple the pay if you act right. Remember, no complaints, no spills, and keep your mouth shut about whatever you see.”

I sipped light wine; Sandra puffed on her vape. The air was cooler here, quieter, almost normal. I leaned toward Spider, who was organizing the dancers for the next round. “Hey, Spider,” I said softly. “Any word about the VIP guest? The one from last time?” He looked up briefly. “The boss or I mean, the other VIP client that wanted you ?” I nodded. Spider shrugged. “He’s busy. And tired. Haven’t seen him since the private night.” “Oh,” I whispered, my heart dipping slightly. “I see.”

**THE WHORE OF AETHELGARD: HOW THE THORNE WARD STOLE THE BILLIONAIRE.** **FROM CHARITY CASE TO SHE-DEVIL: VESPERA VANE’S BETRAYAL.** **IS CYPRIAN HALE THE VICTIM OF A HONEY TRAP?** The headlines scrolled across the sixty-inch holographic display in the kitchen, each one nastier than the last. Vespera’s face—pixelated and blown up from the gala footage—was plastered on every news network in Neo-Veridia.

Violet brought out her phone and dialed the number on the TV, it rang for sometime before someone finally picked up. She put the phone on speaker, so we could both hear, "Hello, Good evening this is Ava from the Adrian empire, how may I help you?" The person on the other side of the phone asked. "Yes, Good evening, my name is Madison and I would like to book an appointment with Mr Adrian," Violet said. "Are you part of our VIP list?" The lady asked. "No, I am not," Violet answered, she rolled her eyes. "Okay, have you spent more than six million dollars on any of our items before?" The lady asked.

The version of me he admired was a mask. “Well,” I said flatly, “I don’t like him enough to want anything to do with him. Our business is exclusively focused on providing lap dances and entertainment in the VIP room. Nothing more.” She chuckled softly, but there was no humour in it. “You’re a very pretty girl, Spicy. I watch men drool over you every night, and I’m surprised you’re not using that to your advantage. I know you make good money here, but you pour it all into your sister’s health. Admirable, yes… but this is a dog-eat-dog world. Good girls get eaten alive. The world will climb over you, use you, and forget you. Look at Bam; she drives a Lamborghini, lives in one of the finest apa

We both had PhD in investigating drama, and as much as I hated it here, the purpose of our visit was our area of expertise. “Let’s go to the VIP.” She screamed again and I took a good moment to contemplate what she was saying. I was actually going to turn her down, but when someone groaned and heaved out next to me, almost a second from barfing whatever he ate, I jumped into the air pulling her along with me. We headed for the stairs that led to the VIP, which was on the second floor, overlooking the cabal of demons down below. As soon as we were out of the crowd, I swear there was a change in the air. It was fresher to breathe.

Sophia said and started plastering kisses all over Alpha NELSON'S face and bare chest. “We would be staying in the VIP section.” Alpha Nelson said to Grace. “Power baby.” Sophia said. ******* “My love, I hope you are okay right now. We are going to have dinner at the Divine's Taste Eatery.” Victor said to Cindy, and she squealed. “What?” She asked to be sure of what she had heard. “Yes, and we would be staying in the VIP section, love.” Victor said to Cindy, and she was more happy. She had fully recovered and was now okay.