Romans & histoires Las Vegas Stories

he replied matter-of-factly, in a tone Autumn couldn't decipher if it was an actual compliment or not. The evening stretched on like that; tense, surreal, and charged with unspoken power. Vegas asked questions, listened intently, occasionally brushing against him while reaching for documents. Every touch felt calculated. Every word carried a double meaning. Autumn answered as professionally as he could, but inside he was a storm of fear, confusion, and reluctant fascination. As the city lights sparkled below them, Vegas suddenly leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a low whisper. “So, tell me about yourself. What would I want to know? You work for me anyway; I believe you could indulge me

She chuckles before closing the door. Fuck. I’m still horny as fuck. My phone rings and I almost curse again. I read my brother’s name on my phone’s screen so I answered it as I fixed my cock inside my pants. “Rouge and I are coming home tonight. Our business tour is already done and we’re gonna focus more on dad’s upcoming wedding. Just tell dad ‘cause I can’t contact him as of the moment.” “You really approve of his whore, Zach?” “Watch your words, Liam. She’s dad’s girlfriend and maybe fiancee. You have to respect her.”

To do this, they'd consulted a battered travel brochure lying around the apartment laundry room. Fortunately, Calix hadn't insisted on trying extreme sports like skydiving and ziplining, even though he was in charge of their tours. So far they'd seen the Viva Vision light show at Fremont Street, walked the Old Spanish Trail Park at Clark County, tasted craft beers at Banger Brewing, and played fancy in a yacht charter at The Westin Lake Resort. They'd also mistakenly joined a portrait painting session at MGM, which made Calix want to try out painting. The materials they'd hoarded were still at Unit 14, gathering dust.

Malfoy Zacob had flown to Las Vegas, stayed for a night, and returned the next day after completing his job. Las Vegas was known as the ‘Entertainment Capital of the World,’ and everyone wanted a piece of it. More than anything, casinos flourished over here. Levian, who knew the potential of businesses in this city, had maintained good networking with people here, owning the majority of shares in important shopping malls and casinos.

The above sentences are the thoughts of the author about what he thinks, but it is my duty to tell all the things he has in his mind. The space science and the beginning of the human era, why I always talk about the past, why I'm interested in the dead stories, why I tell a tale of another time, why I don't like the present and, also why I'm not narrating about those dumbasses who were about to close the mysterious case of random killing by an unidentified criminal (creature)? You might have so many questions and confusions about the fact that I puzzle a simple story in what we call a Riddle…? But you can still believe in me that I'll give you a gift tomorrow.

somebody asked, which made everyone giggle. “No way. If they did, she wouldn’t be walking properly,” another added. In a chorus of laughter, I felt my cheeks darken with barely contained anger. “But for real, it’s being wasted on Scheur,” Margo, a maid I barely interacted with, said. I knew she had a few relationships with other werewolves, never shying from her sexual escapades and retelling stories. “Yeah, if it was me, I wouldn’t only try to date him but use him to better my life. He is rich—use him and raise your power,” she added, which wasn’t wrong, but I wasn’t interested in him at all. I had no interest in being with a man like King Baldwin.

Chapter One The city lit up; it didn't sleep. Silver lights rippled across the desert night as Las Vegas spread out like a sparkling creation from the top level of the Aurelia Hotel. Inside the ballroom, the most wild souls in the world came together to play jazz, champagne poured like gold, and laughs erupted like flames.

"I bet you can't steal a pair of panties," Fenny gave her friend Blair a look of disbelief. It was a game they played, daring each other to shoplift from little stores back home. Fenny would have hopped on the challenge right away, but they weren't back home. They were visiting Blair's step-daddy. "That won't work, Blair," Fenny mumbled, staring at the glass windows of the Victoria's Secret store before them. "We could get caught for real,"

I’ve never heard of a vampire getting cold. We talek seats and Randal begins an attempt to amuse us by telling us stories, each story more fantastical than the last. He’s moved on to trying to get Lazar to talk to him which the other vampire clearly does not want to do. “Where are you from, Laz?” Randal asks.

Laurie says in a serious tone. “So you moved here from Canada?” I say while eating my food. “Umm… yeap… I love America, especially Vegas” Laurie says while sipping the coffee. “Damn! I love Vegas! I lost $1000 in 30 minutes when the first time I got there hahaha” I laugh out loud. “Hell no… what did you do?!” Laurie asks me seriously. “Gambling” I chuckle. “I think you need to learn more from the professional” Laurie raises an eyebrow. “Damn… are you…” I raise an eyebrow and stare at Laurie.