Las Vegas Romance Novels & Stories

I got out of my car and went to her holding her arm tightly. "Cassandra where is Vida?"I asked "Where is my wife?"I yelled "She left ,she left the country"She said and I let her go. "She's pregnant and she's in a critical condition,she may have miscarriage.Which country did she go to?"I asked "She told me not to tell you or else she will move to another country.She needs this.Let her go.Don't go after her"Cassandra said "I love her Cassandra.I love Vida .I regret everything I did.I need her to come back"I said

into his mouth, the cheese powder staying in his finger then it licks its one by one, his eyes never leaving The volleyball game on the television. "When you met your meet, how.....how does it feel?"he asks me. "I don't really know how to describe it,"I said. It's true. I don't even know how to put it into words, all I know is that Rebecca Thompson is my mate and no one else. I guess I could use the romantic statements, or what, found in most romance books. : Sing the love of your life is going

I whispered to myself while looking at the ring that he himself put on me on our wedding day. We've only been together for two weeks but this is already happening to both of us. We don't get along anymore. “Romance him . . .” And my father’s voice still lingers in my mind. How can I do that if he’s this cold to me right now? How can I romance him if he despise me so much? “How fucked up my life is, really.” I shook my head while leaning on the backrest of my swivel chair.

Romero looked at Franco and Luca, ‘I’ve had enough of these idiots, that’s twice I’ve had to cancel my trip to see Tash, she’s going to think I don’t love her anymore. Franco shook his head, ‘Nah, Boss, she’s crazy about you, she loves you to bits.’ Romero laughed, ‘Well she’d better because I worship the ground she walks on, now, let’s round-up that last of these fucking Columbians so I can go show her how much she means to me.’

My cheeks turn red, as I listen to his romantic words. “Thank you.” I thank him while smiling graciously. “Do you want to dance?” He asks me with a smile on his lips, while I look closely at my high heels. “Yes.” I answered, not very sure, while he took me by the arm and took me to the dance floor, while the song By Your Side by Tokio Hotel played. While he dances with me, I run my hands along his broad back. Seconds later, I see Abby and Dr. Mark also come to the dance floor. She looks very excited while he looks very tired of her.

As we stepped inside, I gasped. The room was a vision of romance. Soft candlelight flickered everywhere, casting a warm glow over rose petals scattered across the floor. A bottle of sparkling cider – not champagne, I noted with a rush of affection – sat chilling in an ice bucket near a table set for two. "Christian," I breathed, taking it all in. "This is beautiful. But what's the occasion?" He took my hands in his, his eyes shining with love and a touch of nervousness. "Well, I was thinking... we're here, in Vegas. We're engaged. We're having a baby. Why wait?"

He asked. “No.” “Are you sure? I mean, you look so….” “Oh God, Imogen, can’t you keep it in your pants for like a day?” Another voice exclaimed. A voice Dominic knew so well. Maeve Casalengo. He suppressed a groan but turned towards them. She was glaring at the woman who came up to him whose name he now knew as Imogen. Imogen’s hooded eyes had cleared and she just looked sheepish. “Come on, Maeve,” Imogen groaned. “I told you we won’t do it in any of your rooms, we’ll do it in my car. Right, handsome?” She winked at Dominic but it just seemed playful instead of sexy.

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

Her hair was let loose to get waist region, and a mascara was added to her eyelashes which made them longer adding more beauty to the face. Eric glanced at her and he could feel his heart skip a bit at the sight of her but he tried to ignore his feelings from showing on his face. "Can we go now?" He asked politely this time and to Genevieve's surprise, she found herself getting into a red Lamborghini with an open top. Eric got into the driver seat, he ignited the car and drove out of the company into the busy road of California. Genevieve could help staring out through the window. Knowing that the top of the car was open, she stood up with raised hands. The night wind blew her hair in differ

If I could meet him again, I will gladly let him rocked his hips against mine. It wasn't my first wild night, frankly, it was one of the many nights I spent going to the club. But it was the first time ever I had sex with a stranger in a club's restroom. I definitely would feel ashamed if I ever get to meet him again, but I wouldn't be ashamed if I get to meet him at the club again. But anywhere else would be a complete disaster, he wouldn't know I was totally heartbroken that night. I don't regret the sex, if I have another chance I would do it over a million more times.