Drama Vip Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Did everyone hear that? VIP, right? Ken gave her VIP treatment because they’re having an affair!” “No, Miss. You are mistaken,” the doctor chimed in. “VIP patients of this hospital don’t mean they are close to the owners and stakeholders. It means the patient is either a Luna or an Alpha of another pack. Miss Emma here is the Luna of the Dark Desert Pack. That makes her an automatic VIP.” Doctor Spears gave another look to Ken. “Isn’t that right, Alpha Ken?” Ken gave a calm nod. The doctor turned his gaze to Jessica again. “With all due respect, you should have done your research before accusing us of anything. Our hospital was founded in excellence and integrity. We never, ever, tolerate s

A few minutes later, it was finally Felix's turn at the ticket checkpoint. "Please show your ticket." Felix handed over his ticket, and the ticket inspector's expression turned curious. "Sir, this is a VIP ticket. There's a separate entrance and VIP channel over there. What are you doing in this line?" "Huh?" Felix, a bit embarrassed, apologized quickly. "Sorry about that." His politeness left the ticket inspector stunned. After all, those in the VIP area were usually big names. Who would have thought he would be so polite? Felix had been distracted by a call earlier, hence the mistake. Xena, who saw the scene, found it rather disdainful. Despite his medical reputation, he couldn't even get

He looked at Veronica. "Actually there is a patient, VIP patient. And they have demanded check up, right now. They are doing his treatment in their mansion. Dr. Karl is attending him but he is in surgery and I wasn't aware about it so I told them that we are coming... He is busy for another hour, and those people are, well what do I tell you about VIP patients." He sighed. "Trust me, I know!" She replied. "You also have expertise in the same area so if you could somehow pass the time until Dr. Karl joine us."

My sharp hearing ability took in the several voices from chatters, discussion and laughter, my wolf eyes scanning every single soul in here. The VIP area was dimly lit, with a dance floor filled with exotic dancers and strippers, who were swaying to the music, their bodies glistening with sweat. They were all nude and being showered with cash by the VIP members, cheering them on. However, my eyes did not linger on the scene. I was interested in something else, someone else to be precise. I pulled out my cell phone from my pocket and tapped the screen, seeing a red dot indicating the location of my target.

The VIP space has a one-way glass; we could see the people downstairs but they couldn’t see us and this gives us absolute privacy as it is soundproof and an alarm goes off once any bug has been detected, courtesy of my youngest brother. As we waited for Victor to arrive, I scanned the down space, my eyes landing on a girl. She was dancing with a group of friends, laughing and carefree. My first thought was: she's gorgeous in an earthly way, her curves endless, her hips looks like they were made for me, thick which I particularly like. Her tits, larger than the average, they looked like they will fill my large hands and still be plenty for. I wonder what color her nipples will be, maybe brown

“The DNA results are in. Selena Drake is not pregnant. The bloodwork shows elevated hCG from a recent miscarriage or chemical pregnancy, but no viable fetus now. And the fetal DNA sample she provided… doesn’t match yours, Damien. She lied.” Relief crashed over me so hard I laughed through fresh tears. Damien pulled me into his lap, kissing me fiercely. But Victor wasn’t finished. “However… she’s released new documents. Bank records from three years ago showing you paid her two million dollars for ‘consulting services’ right after your final scene together. She’s claiming it was hush money after you got violent with her. The press is already running with it. ‘Voss Pays to Silence Ex-Submissiv

Here rich and extravagant people gambles and even if they loss would leave with a smile. His eyes flew to the floor to ceiling glass wall on the top floor where Albert Gomez was seated in the VIP room and his body guard was also sitting beside him. The one where only the bluebloods, the corrupted white collared people were allowed to crack deals. Damien Sokolov hadn't arrived yet. There was another man dressed in black with a Bluetooth added to his ear. Another bodyguard. He nodded in acknowledgement and opened the door for Adan and Ivan. "Albert." Adan called for his attention and Albert turned his head and got up, they shake their hands and settles down.

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.

she stated which made me a little nervous. "I see," I said as if it's the only thing I could say. All the members who's going to race were at the VIP section. Many of us are here and I remained at the back near where the door was as there is plenty of girls as well here. I saw a famous model who named Diana Valdez, famous Spanish-Italian I*******m model who has been dating Max Verstappen for years now. She's pretty, curvy and screams elegance. Max went to where his girl was until I saw Ares stroding outside and comes inside the VIP section.

"Do you know who I am? Have you forgotten my face? Did you forget I have access to things here? I don't even have to pay. My dead husband is a big investor and..." A scoff escaped my lips. She dashed me a glare before turning back to the cashier. "I'm sorry, ma'am, but you don't have access to anything here. Even our VIPs pay for everything." "And I'm a VIP," she hollers. I chuckle beside her. She ignores me and continues shouting at the cashier. "Ma'am, you don't have sufficient funds. There's nothing I can do about it. You might have been a VIP, but you are no longer one. If you were, you would have gotten a discount, but your access has been revoked."