Flaming Halo Halo Las Vegas の小説・ストーリー

Got your chemicals all in my veins Feeling all the highs, feeling all the pain Let go on the wheel, it's the bullet lane Now I'm seeing red, not thinking straight Blurring all the lines, you intoxicate me Just like nicotine, heroin, morphine Suddenly, I'm a fiend and you're all I need All I need Yeah, you're all I need It's you, babe And I'm a sucker for the way that you move, babe And I could try to run, but it would be useless You're to blame Just one hit of you, I knew I'll never be the same. -Camila Cabelo. .................................................................... Enjoy reading -T

When that day finally came, he made haste to be the first to wait at the venue since Silvia would come there straight from work, he wouldn’t want to keep her waiting for him. It was at one fancy restaurant that they went to, Final Fantasy was the name of the restaurant. It looked really very fanciful and expensive. He sat there for a while in anticipation, but while he was sitting, he still observed the whole surrounding and noticed there was pretty ladies there all seated by themselves. If not that he was waiting for his crush, there were nice options for him to take. As he was still busy looking round, almost lost in sight of what he was seeing, a hand rubbed his neck from behind and then,

Slot‑machine jingles escaped every revolving door we passed, mixing with EDM that spilled from rooftop clubs high above. Ahead, the band’s van signaled right. Thomas guided them toward a retro neon motel sign—pink flamingo surrounded by palm silhouettes. I followed, tires crunching over the glitter of discarded flyers. Everywhere I looked, light and color blurred until Vegas itself felt alive, heart pulsing in time with the traffic lights. Teddy turned to me, eyes reflecting every marquee. “Best birthday entrance ever.” I squeezed his hand on the console, our van awash in neon glow. “And the night’s just getting started.”

"This is already in the social news. The gala will be broadcast live." There was no doubt that the live stream was Vera's idea. She craved fame, and now I could give her the spotlight she wanted. With such a large sum missing, the police would need time to verify the details before taking any action. By the time that happened, the gala would be over and Vera's reputation would already be made. Sean stayed silent for a few seconds. We exchanged a glance and said in unison, "Let's go to the venue." Before heading out, we stopped by the security office to get the surveillance footage. It showed that the moment I lost consciousness, Andre and Sean had rushed over, with Vera right behind them. He

His erratic heartbeat flushed my face, it was satisfying to know that I was still hot after being a mother of two kids. Anyway, Carver kept blabbering about his gift of diamond earrings, which I returned to him, and it ended by reaching the party venue. It was one of the city’s most luxurious event halls, the Halo Suites. The venue was like a palace in the city with fancy doors and lights decorating its outside. Inside it was all class and style, thanks to my arrangements. Posh Chandlers on ceilings sparkled with different colors, as though different gemstones were used to design them, making that hall look magical.

Two twin hotel towers rise into the Vegas skyline, disappearing into the hazy horizon. The entire front of the entrance contains marble, granite, and other expensive facades. The hotel boasts a hundred-foot-tall strikingly lifelike copy of its famous namesake, lit with spotlights flooding the entire area with an ambiance that reeks of class and high-end sensibility. But I know differently. The owner of this posh casino is the lowest of life forms. He's even lower than the dog shit on a fly's foot.

While I nodded slowly, accepting her proposal, a general cleared his throat, his gaze lingering on Halo and I, “we're still in the middle of a meeting, my lord.” “I only want to borrow him for a few minutes, sir.” Halo said politely, her shoulders relaxed and back straight. She was confident, smart, beautiful, everything a father would ask for in his daughter. She was Felza's, but I've prayed so hard to the moon goddess to make her mine. Felza kept on rejecting my proposal, but with Halo growing fond of me, how long would she be able to say no? Just because of her, she might have to give in eventually.

His hand settled naturally against my waist as security created a path through the chaos. For several blocks, vehicles followed us. Motorcycles. Camera vans. Photographers leaning dangerously out of windows. The circus continued all the way down the Strip. And as the lights of Las Vegas blurred past outside the car windows, I leaned my head back against the seat and watched the city sparkle. A city of dreams. A city of monsters. A city where angels and demons danced together beneath neon skies. And somewhere along the way… I had become dangerously uncertain which one I was becoming. The paparazzi finally disappeared somewhere around the third casino.

“Rush over to the golden light halo in the center. Stay in there for now, and don’t come out.” Brielle nodded in response. While their opponents were distracted, she quickly seized the opportunity and dashed as fast as she could to the halo in the center. James likewise immediately dashed to a white halo. The magical energy emitted by the white halo suffused his body and improved his strength. Lucifer, Feb, and Qusai followed suit and rushed toward the other halos in the arena. “Hold on, all of you!” Maveth bellowed furiously, “We haven’t even settled the rules yet. How can you guys claim the halos while we’re still discussing?!”

The tension in the air was thick, but neither of them spoke. The city lights blurred past the tinted windows as they drove through Las Vegas. Ariel slowly breathed out through her mouth and clenched her hands on her purse, trying to steady her nerves. The Charity Gala was nothing short of extravagant. Held in one of Las Vegas’s most prestigious hotels, the grand ballroom shimmered with golden chandeliers and delicate floral arrangements. Celebrities, business moguls, and the city’s elite roamed in designer attire, their laughter and polite conversations filling the air.