Las Vegas Discord Novels & Stories

he said. “I look forward to making you beg for mercy,” she murmured. “Then you’ll be disappointed.” He slid her card into his pocket and climbed onto his bike. He turned the key, and the engine roared to life beneath him. “Until tomorrow.” ***** Jace moved his ice pack from his left hand to this right. The swelling was starting to go down, but he knew he wouldn’t play for shit tonight. They were opening for Exodus End, in front of a sold out crowd. In f**king Las Vegas, Nevada. This should be a huge boost to their music careers, and they were all but guaranteed to suck. Sinners was moving up in the business, but Exodus End was at the top of the genre with no signs of slowing down. Could Sinn

She refused to be a part of the child dedication ceremony and her reasons were justified, if I was the one whose hopes and dreams were tarnished in barely three days I wasn’t sure I would want to come out myself. It wasn’t exactly my intention to come out, but Ella had a thing for parties, she had bugged me endlessly about it, and now I had to be an active participant, but I stayed at the corner as usual. With a cup of beer in my hands, and a tiny stick, I drew patterns on the floor while navigating the lines through the reflection of the fire. All along, I searched for Lucian in the crowds but he wasn’t there, he was the leader of the pack , it was very compulsory that he came else the dedi

the passionless words of Maddox made him immediately raise his head to meet his eyes. "Opening a resort in Vegas is a no-no, Mr Langford." "I'm renting it from you," said Langford. "You may join me at my cruising services. But a resort won't be so much of an investment." "Vegas has a beach. A resort would be a good idea," Langford cut the steak which was being presented to him by the waiter. A strong aroma hit the nose of Maddox Dasher as he clutched the napkin in his hand.

The roar of the crowd reverberated through the stadium as the Denver Outlaws burst onto the field, their spirits electrified by the anticipation of the impending clash with the formidable Las Vegas Gamblers. Each step they took sent tremors rippling beneath their cleats, fueling the fire within their hearts. The atmosphere crackled with excitement, a primal energy that coursed through the veins of both players and fans alike. Among the sea of thunderous applause, Jeremy caught a glimpse of Lloyd, his 57-year-old friend and owner of the Billings Wolves, making his way towards him. Lloyd's presence was unexpected, but Jeremy welcomed the surprise with a grin as he slowed his pace to greet him.

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?

“You know a de Jardin? Well, I should say you’d have no problems getting a sponsorship from them. They’re one of the Great Houses of the Hegemony.” “Wait, wait, wait,” Eva said suddenly, and interrupted everyone. “The Temple of Discord is a nation in the Hegemony? I thought you were pirates!” Eris grinned widely, and wickedly. “We’re pirates, certainly,” she replied. “To the Sol Federation anyway. Otherwise, the Temple of Discord is a Minor House in the Hegemony, with letters of marque.” “You’re privateers?!” “Oh yes. And our business is sowing chaos in the Federation. It’s the best job in the entire galaxy.”