Last Night In Vegas Novels & Stories

Not an apology, not an explanation, not even an acknowledgment that he'd destroyed something beautiful tonight. The screen blurred as tears I'd been holding back finally spilled over. I wiped them away angrily, refusing to break down in the middle of a crowded club. Around me, Vegas pulsed with life and possibility. People laughed and danced and fell in love and made mistakes they'd laugh about tomorrow. The city promised that anything could happen, that reinvention was always possible, that sometimes the best stories started with the worst nights. But all I felt was alone. I was about to put my phone away when a shadow fell across the table. I looked up, expecting to see Blake returning wit

Julian and Remmy were already there, eating breakfast at the kitchen island like they owned the place. “Morning,” Vegas said, grabbing a cup of coffee. “You two just let yourselves in again? One of these days I’m changing the code.” Julian grinned, mouth full of toast. “Come on, man. We’ve been doing this for years. Your place is basically our second home.” Vegas took a sip, then narrowed his eyes at Julian. “And thanks for inviting Cindy to the resort last week; for all we know, she could have planned to finally murder me,” Vegas said, rolling his eyes.

Last night was long and agonizing; somehow, I thought that I would be the one leaving Lucas Lucero with a sleepless night, but yet I proved myself wrong and was in for tortured dreams where he laid only but naked, completely out of my reach. But we will be changing that tonight. Tonight I will be going solo for Savanah has some gig downtown and will only make it way past midnight.

I exclaimed, feeling the excitement coursing through my veins. "You got it, buddy! Tonight, we're kings of Vegas!" David responded, his mischievous grin matching my own. We started our night at one of the hottest clubs in town, where we were treated like royalty. We danced, drank, and laughed the night away, surrounded by beautiful people and thumping beats. I felt alive, free, and wild, savoring every moment of my last night as a bachelor. As the night wore on, we hit up several other popular spots, taking in the sights and sounds of the city that never sleeps. We even tried our luck at a few casinos, feeling the rush of adrenaline as we placed our bets.

With eyes closed, Hunter remains holding my face, so close that his breathing warms my nose. "Do you intend to keep the word of doing everything I ask? "I don't care how wrong this may sound. I want to be frank with each of my wishes, and Hunter is the one who is part of most of them. "Yes, Suzy," he declares, rubbing his nose lightly against mine. "I want our last night in Vegas to be the best of our lives.”

Sure enough, it was gone. The image of him smiling at the clerk came to mind, along with the warm compliments about what a loving couple we were. That scene kept replaying in my head. I stood there in a daze, the bitterness in my chest slowly settling. I quietly told myself that maybe this was all just a one-sided crush on Serena's end. After dinner, Lucas suddenly set down his fork and said, "I have to work late tonight at the observatory. I need to observe a star that's quite rare."

And Vincent realized too late—that even he was disappearing too. The last thing he saw was the journal glowing in the stranger’s hand and the faint echo of Camela’s voice crying out for him. Then everything plunged into darkness.

I left my hair down and brushed it out a bit. I closed the bedroom foor behind me and saw Max coming out of his room. "Hey." "Hey." "Sorry I didn't invite you in last night. I should have, I was just nervous." "But not nervous enough to invite Krewe?" "There's an explanation for that." "That's what I keep hearing." "I just didn't want something to happen when there's more the story. I didn't want you to get hurt." "Too late for that." "Max, come on, we barely know each other. Yesterday was just fun."

And perhaps that was the greatest Vegas miracle of all. THE END

Before they disappeared completely, they left me one last message, "Tonya Bender, you are no longer the villainess in the hero and heroine's love story. Live well from now on." I smiled and waved at the comments that were fading away. I was confident that I would live my life to the fullest. There were no protagonists haunting the narrative, only my parents, my two daughters, and me. Our family would find happiness, and we would live happily ever after.