Novel & Cerita Love And Vegas

Vegas got in his knees in front of the whole pack and proposed me" marry me, Bella. Be my mate" It was a tough decision. I have feelings for him , it's obvious. But I never wanted him to let go of him mate because of me. " What about your mate, Vegas." " I'm twenty three, Bella and still didn't find her. And it's you whom I love Bella. Once we mated the bond will automatically get broken." "But," I was confused and shocked with his confession. " I love you, Bella."

Together, they wove a tapestry of love, each thread intertwined with the others, strengthening their bond with every touch, every kiss, and every whispered promise. Their lovemaking was a symphony of sighs, moans, and the soft rustle of skin against skin. It was a celebration of their love, a defiant stand against the darkness that had threatened to consume Vivi. In this moment, they were invincible, their love a beacon that illuminated the shadows, rendering them powerless.

I was a fool too, gambling my life away for two people I shared blood with, but barely knew them at all. Tears started pouring from my eyes. I was so lonely and helpless in that situation. “Are you sure, Mi Amor?” He asked again. I closed my eyes tightly and nodded my head in agreement. “Yes! I am sure.” I whispered in response, feeling empty. “Pull away, Dexter.” He ordered on the phone then hung up again. I knew in my heart that I was the biggest mistake of my life. But I had already done it. I had burned all the bridges.

When the bubbly sprayed on Monica's face, he gently wiped it away with such tender care—exactly like a lovestruck couple. When I arrived at the hotel, the celebration was in full swing. Just then, Reynold announced he was giving Monica half the company shares and presented her with 5.21 million dollars in cash right there on stage, symbolizing his love for her. I recorded the entire scene and sent the video to my lawyer as evidence. All of this was marital property, and every penny he had taken would have to be returned to me.

I can clearly feel the hunger in his passionate kiss, I put my hands in his neck, he gently pulled me closer to deepen the kiss and I barely can take a breath but neither anyone of us wanted to apart our lips. He breaks the kiss, letting me breathe, we both were breathing heavily, our eyes finally met he lightly kiss me before speaking. "That's how I feel for you my elie, I love you" his words straightly hit on my heart, he not only confesses how he feels but he also gives me a new name elie. *Bang* *Bang* Before I could reply we heard peoples screaming. And running towards us. I Glance back and saw some odd-looking men are firing a gun in the air from a black SUV.

He begins to tremble, sweat sliding down his temples. "Dude, what are you doing?" He asks, his voice trembling. My vision turns a bright red but I begin to see things more clearly, like the veins under the skin of his neck. The blood in his veins seems to be calling out for me. So, I pin him to the wall, not sensing or seeing anything but my thirst for blood.

' ____________ *Boom* *Boom* Everyone could hear the music, dim lights as beautiful and loud sounds can be heard throughout the club, The group had their own VIP place, everyone was present except for Hugo because his Secretary suddenly called him for an important meeting at this time of night Catherine and Aaron had started to ask for a room...to spend some time together because they've been apart from some time quite now, Andrew was outside, talking to his girlfriend whom he treats as a friend of his, Isabella was making out with some hot German and as usual, no other strings attach, as for Liam... he's just flirting and talked with women, keeping his distance while taking glances at Isabe

Then she looks at me, “You, okay?” I smile, “Yeah.” She leans into me more, and I look at her. The stars reflect faintly in her eyes. Seeing them sparkle in her eyes is making me fall deeper in love with her right now. And suddenly, Vegas doesn’t feel like a race anymore. Not really. Not entirely. Because sitting right here in this moment with her, I realize something. I’m not thinking about standing on podiums, or points, or sponsors. I am thinking about our house, family, concerts, a ring in my pocket, and a future. I look back up, praying to the night sky and to whoever is listening up there. Please let this work. Please let Vegas go the way I hope it will. Please let her say yes. Because

Marco says, shaking his head, "You've never fallen in love with anyone... but you fell for a whore? In what universe?" "She's that hot," I shrug. And I'm not even lying because Isabella IS a whore and she IS hot, "I took her to Vegas and we got married there, like in the movies. We had the craziest, most sex-filled three weeks, it was unbelievably good... and then she left me a fucking note and disappeared on me. She also took my money. I have no idea where she is now."