Las Vegas C Novels & Stories

Warning SPG Rated 18+ Drunk or not, Catherine knew she was being unreasonable and crazy enough to say "marry me now," especially here in Las Vegas. She knew she wasn't thinking clearly when she said "yes" to the hotty. What could go wrong? She once read that Vegas was a popular wedding spot, and for very good reasons: iconic chapels, speedy marriage licenses, and out-of-this-world venues. Whether your heart was set on a minimum of ten people or less, a micro wedding, or like now, they were planning a stupid one-time game of elopement, there was a Vegas ceremony with their name on it.

I questioned, Lola and Ben. "Get married duh!" Jason remarked sarcastically. Why am I not at all surprised by what he just said. I rolled my eyes. "I'm being really serious Jason." I responded in a serious tone. "I'm also being serious." he countered. "What does marriage have to do with Las Vegas?" I asked Jason. "A lot of people get married at Elvis chapel, Las Vegas is known for the amount of weddings that take place there." he explained.

He gets easier to read every day. Lukis starts the Jeep he parked on the side of the street next to the Welcome to Las Vegas sign and pulls out rather than making a U-turn back toward the strip. "I reserved room twenty-nine at the Last Chance." END OF VOLUME FIVE: QUICKEST RISK

Where had Leona taken them? “This, sweet, sweet Livi,” Leona grins. “Is sin city.” “I-“ Liviana shakes her head. “What?” She asks, looking at Violet, who sighs. “We’re in Las Vegas,” she tells. “Nevada,” Nadia adds. “Like I said- Sin City.” Leo claps. “AKA, the place where you’re going to have the best time of your life. I’m gonna make sure of that, like my life depends on it.”

As Cecilia watched the road signs flash by, she gradually figured out their destination. Las Vegas. "Know why I chose Las Vegas?" Broderick asked, glancing at her through the mirror. "I could've gone to Los Angeles. Even Chicago. Why take the longest route?" Cecilia didn't answer. "Because Vegas is special," Broderick sneered. "Underground casinos, places the cops can't touch and the FBI won't bother with easily. And the man running things there--he's an old brother of mine. Even if Hugh has influence everywhere, he'll still have to show some respect."

And then the man walked away from Lora, leaving her alone for a few minutes. 🇧🇷 The most luxurious cities in the United States were known for keeping busy lives and high amounts of money on the move. It was no different in Las Vegas. The casinos, even on Monday mornings, were open to voracious customers. There was no time to waste in Vegas.

I gasp. “Yeah, but don’t worry. The girls usually work there Fridays and Saturdays, but I asked Vegas to not bring them tonight.” Lia explains. “Who’s Vegas?” “He’s the owner of the place. And our friend.” “You have friends in the strangest places.” I giggle, shaking my head at her. Lia just shrugs. Typical. Blake parks the car and we all get out. I pull the coat a little tighter around me. It’s quite cold tonight, but I couldn’t wear a sweater to a club, right?

“But what happened in Vegas wasn't our fault.” “It wouldn't have happened if we had stayed at home too.” “Fine. Where is the safest place we can visit here? I am bored staying here.” “Hmm.” Blakeley muttered and thought about it. She wasn't really familiar with the urban areas of the city but she knew a few thanks to Malia.” “A less boring place.” Cassie added. “There is a casino that runs 24/7 and it isn't really far from the hotel.” “What kind of stuff goes on in there? Legal or illegal?”

By 11:45 a.m., Las Vegas was already shimmering with dry, relentless heat — the kind that clung to your skin and made every breath feel slightly heavier. Sebastian stepped out of the black town car and into the glossy, tinted-glass lobby of the Mason Equity Group — Nevada Division, briefcase in one hand, suit crisp, expression unreadable. The receptionist — a young man with a slightly panicked smile — jumped to his feet. “Mr. Mason! We weren’t expecting — I mean, of course, we’re honored. Ms. Vega is upstairs. I’ll just —”

Layla Almost every year since my sister turned 21, she has made a trip to Las Vegas for her birthday. Last year she and her friends stayed at the JW Marriot Resort. It’s a beautiful luxurious but pricy hotel. But, she was upset that I had not come for her birthday. We had a lot of sick patients, and we were understaffed because some of our members had also fallen ill. I felt horrible. But this year, I’m bound to make sure she has a good time.