Las Vegas Romance Novels & Stories

I asked, reaching for the flowers she was holding. “Again, I have no idea… I met them here when I arrived and there is a note” she told me, holding it out. It was still sealed and it was just like Audrey to not ever want to pry I flipped the note open, my eyes noting the perfect penmanship. It read “For the most perfect night in Las Vegas A” “That is the most amazing thing I have ever seen and what the fuck happened in Las Vegas?” Audrey questioned. I groaned, my heart beating violently in my chest.

His footsteps were soft on the thick carpet, barely making a sound. Liesa raised her hand, the chain clinking as she did. She forced a weak smile and asked, “What is going on here?” Angus stared at her for a long moment, his eyes unreadable. Then, he lifted his chin, a hint of amusement in his gaze as he said, “Aren’t you the one who wanted to be in a relationship with me? This is how I do romance.” Liesa’s smile froze, her face falling. “I’m sorry, Mr. Romano… what did you just say?” Liesa stared at him, disbelief written all over her face, her fingers tightening around the chain.

“Send her a rose.” Raul’s smirk faltered. “A rose? Do you know what that—” “Now,” Vegas commanded, his tone leaving no room for debate. Raul nodded, signaling to a waiter who hurried off to fulfill the request. Meanwhile, backstage, Valentine pressed her back against the wall, her heart racing. The Diamond Club was her haven, yet tonight, it felt heavy, as if a storm was looming. She rubbed her hands on her dress, trying to dissipate the tension that hung in the air.

She had just walked in to grab a coffee, her mom's fashion store being decorated nearby. "Cecelia? What’s she doing with Lewis?" Kristin muttered to herself. She watched as Cecelia walked toward the exit, and quickly hid behind one of the large pillars. Kristin waited until both Cecelia and Lewis left before exhaling the breath she had been holding. "Cecelia knows Lewis," she whispered, stunned. --- **GLAMOUR EMPIRE HOTEL** "A client from Spain wants to celebrate his birthday in the casino. He’s vacationing here in Las Vegas and is asking permission to host the event," Luke informed Richard, who was seated, smiling at a picture of Kristin on his phone.

Belle asked innocently. "Yesterday you mentioned something about being the eldest and not being married " Emma replied. "Oh no," Belle said as she widened her eyes. "Did I say that?!" She whispered and Emma nodded. "Please whatever it is you have in mind, I'm not interested," Belle said immediately. "I don't trust you rich people" she added in a whisper. "Jasper will follow you to your sister's wedding today as your Fiancé and you'll in turn follow him to Sioux falls for some weeks as his wife, " Emma said.

She exuded the aura of a woman in control- as if she hadn't just weathered a heartbreak a month ago. As if she hadn't just signed a contract to publicly date someone for the sake of revenge. Damien emerged alongside her, decked out in a midnight-blue suit that matched the storm brewing in his eyes. Without a glance in her direction, his hand instinctively reached for hers, and their fingers intertwined. The crowd erupted into a buzz of excitement. "Mr. Cole! Is this your new girlfriend?" "Miss Vale, any comment on the engagement rumor?" Stopping briefly, Damien adjusted the cuff of his sleeve and responded smoothly,

*** We open the store, help a couple of early customers, and within ten minutes Matteo has commandeered a stack of receipts and started sketching circles and arrows like we’re planning a heist. “Okay,” he says. “Option one: classic romance.” “Define classic.” “Candlelit dinner. Somewhere intimate. You get down on one knee. Boom. Tears.” “That’s… reasonable,” I say. He grimaces. “But expected.” “Cara likes expected,” I argue. “She likes thoughtful,” he counters. “There’s a difference.” A woman browsing the romance section coughs pointedly, clearly eavesdropping. Matteo lowers his voice anyway. “Option two: chaos.”

The kind of laugh that has tears underneath it for reasons you do not understand and cannot name. "I do," I said. "And do you, Damien, take this Cassidy —" "I do." "Sir, you have to wait for the —" "I do." Elvis sighed in the patient way of a man who had said this sentence five thousand times. "By the power vested in me by the great state of Nevada," he said, "and the King above, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the —" Damien was already kissing me. This kiss was not the rooftop kiss.

Crying at the top of my lungs, I shouted, "Dear, why did it take you so long to get here? I've been searching everywhere for you!" … Under the eerie night sky, the elderly town mayor, George Porter, leaned on his cane and slowly addressed us, "Tonight is Ximena Ferguson's wedding. Dear guests, you wouldn't want to miss it." He paused, lowering his voice. "At 9:00 pm, the ceremony will be held at the manor. As for your wedding gifts…" The corners of his mouth curled up into a strange smile. "Each of you will offer one sacrifice. A human sacrifice."

She knew that Liam meant every word he said, but she couldn't shake off the feeling that this was only the beginning of a long and dangerous battle. "Fuck me, Liam. Fuck me until you forget about him." As Penelope and Liam's passion for each other intensifies, they begin to undress, their hands moving quickly to remove each other's clothing. Penelope's fingers shake as she unzips her dress and lets it fall to the floor, revealing her lacy lingerie underneath. Liam's eyes darken with desire as he takes in the sight of her, and he quickly sheds his own clothes. They stand before each other, their bodies bare, the love and desire they feel for each other clear in their eyes. They embrace, their