Las Vegas Romance Novels & Stories

We were ready to face whatever the future held, knowing that our love would always guide us through the darkest of times. *** In the evening, Jonathan surprised me with a romantic candlelit dinner in the garden of his home. Soft music played in the background, creating an ambience of tranquillity and love. As we sat at the table adorned with flickering candles and a bouquet of fragrant roses, I admire the effort he had put into making this evening special. The moonlight filtered through the trees, casting a gentle glow on our faces. “You truly know how to sweep a girl off her feet, Jonathan.” I praised him, a smile playing on my lips.

she replies with a grin, “And we’ve both always wanted to see Vegas. We’ve just never gone! There has always been something else that we had to do, so we never made it there!” “Then tonight, we will,” I say, “Go call Tony and tell him to get ready. We’re going to Vegas!” *** Amber’s POV “You look beautiful tonight my love,” my husband whispers to me at the gaming table, “It’s almost a shame that we have company. I want to take you back to the room and ravish you.” My love is looking incredibly handsome this evening as well. His dress shirt is open at the throat, and I have an incredibly vivid fantasy of kissing my way down his chest.

I didn’t know what to say… but I wasn’t against it either. Let me take you back on how we even ended up with this couple. Roman and I had just gotten married. Crazy us thought Las Vegas was the best place to celebrate our honeymoon. We wanted to cross the line, once we got back to our small town, we’d be working hard and trying for a child. So before getting tied down, we both wanted a little fun. Trust me, this wasn’t part of the fun Roman and I had planned. We thought we’d play the casinos, Vegas is famous for that. It was a week-long vacation. We both had ordinary jobs, so we worked hard to afford one of the five-star hotels.

In fact, after seeing his parents, he didn't believe in relationships yet here he was compelling a young girl to have a relationship with him like his life depended upon it. Raven turned around and froze seeing him watching her but soon she realized that he was far away, lost in his own thoughts. When he came up behind her, she had no idea. How long had he been watching her, she didn't know. "Ralph, let's eat," she said softly, carrying the plates in her hands. With him blocking the way, how would she carry the food to the dining table? Her sweet voice brought Ralph to his senses. He looked at her blankly and then saw the food in her hands. He slowly moved away and Raven carried the food to

It was thick and hard like an ATM card with some words chiseled on it. It has a six digit number on it, and a logo of a two tulip flower entangled on each other. Serene read the words on top of the ticket. “Casa Roma.” “The Casa Roma was the prestigious hotel freshly built on the Vianca Island. I'm sure you already heard about that island in the east. I stayed there once and they have the best wine ever in the whole continent. It's a good thing they built an official hotel on that place because resort houses was a bit old fashioned for me.” Sydney had gone through the Vianca Island after college graduation. She met few hunks there, but the tourists on the Vianca Island mostly are womanizer.

“This is you, Kayla—radiant, mine.” His kiss was slow, deep, his lips warm against mine, a quiet promise that eased my fears. I leaned into him, my body softening, the sapphire gown shimmering in the moonlight. Xiamond’s rumors were noise, but his love was my anchor. I wasn’t the waitress hiding anymore; I was Kayla Reed, his partner, claiming my place.

(POV: Oma) Monday had arrived. The two lifetimes we had promised each other in the dark were now breaking ground in the light. The vintage Rambler wound its way down the narrow, gravel driveway of the cabin, the tires crunching softly against the stones as the Big Sur coastline faded into our rear-view mirror. By the time the jagged cliffs transitioned into the sprawling, multi-lane highway leading into San Diego, the quiet insulation of our honeymoon had morphed into a electric, anticipatory energy.

"So, I'd like to ask, what kind of mentor-mentee relationship involves using a girlfriend's supplementary card to buy the mentee a Tiffany necklace? What kind of mentor-mentee relationship involves booking a king-size room together at a hot spring hotel?" The room erupted in murmurs. Everly's face turned pale. She instinctively grabbed onto Jeremy's sleeve. "You... You're lying! That was for work!" she screamed. I gestured for Justin Orson to play the projection. On the screen appeared a list of transactions alongside corresponding social media posts. [December 1: Thank you for the necklace, Jeremy. I love it.] [Transaction: 2000 dollars charged to Jeremy's supplementary card.] [December 24:

When the waitress brought us two menus and two waters without a second glance, I felt a wave of relief so strong it made my head light. Jax sat across from me, his shoulders still tense. "The film review," I started, my voice cracking. I cleared my throat and tried again. "Jax, I saw it too. On the big screen. I didn't realize how much I was letting show. I thought I was being so careful." "You were," Jax said, tracing a scratch in the wooden table. "But you can't fake the way you look at someone you love, Liam. Not for sixty minutes a night, four nights a week."

I whispered. Luca reached for the remote. I held it away from him. On screen, another anchor smiled like this was delightful instead of horrifying. “Viewers are calling it one of the most dramatic love stories to come out of Las Vegas in years. Moretti, known for his privacy and ruthless business reputation, is now being praised online for his devotion.” “Devotion?” I repeated. Luca looked like he wanted to personally sue the word. Then the segment cut to a montage. Luca at a gala.