Love And Vegas Novels & Stories

A better life, and you see that end in the tunnel, where there's a light— —for me it was the sunset, far from me and the thought that we leaving for Las Vegas the next week, to finally start afresh, a new life, that was my happy ending. At least i'd love to think so. MARIA ESTEBAN RAMOS "Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking—“ Douglas took a brief moment to take in the occasion. The occasion where they both stared into each other’s eyes with all the love they could garner.

Love, Anna

His voice cracked as he spoke, his words breaking the silence that had filled the room. “I won’t stop loving you, Lena,” he said, his voice filled with a quiet desperation. “I’ll never stop loving you. Vegas… Vegas will always be our place, the place where we started.” Vegas. The city where everything began—the night that I had been so foolish. The night I had married a stranger, a man I thought would be my everything. The city that now felt like a prison, a place where memories of Roman’s betrayal haunted me at every corner.

"You call this stalking redemption? I don't need your guilt-driven babysitting. You owed me loyalty. You owed me faith. Not this... this obsessive shadowing!" His chin dropped to his chest. "...I'm sorry." Bella inhaled sharply, forcing the lump in her throat down. "Stop trespassing in my life. Just... disappear." She spun on her heel before he could see her eyes glisten. Damian remained rooted, arms limp at his sides. Tears blurred his vision as his nails bit into his palms. "Then tell me," he whispered to the empty space she'd occupied, "how do I stop loving you?"

He doesn’t sound angry, the way he said it sounded like he was just pointing out mere facts. “That’s not true. I do love you, it’s just I love him too. But I can tell you my love for him isn’t good for me. Loving him is like sitting on concrete, and waiting for it to melt. But it will never melt, meaning my love will never reach him. I used to think it was like sitting on a frozen lake, and that eventually it really would melt. But I can see clearly now, that it never will. And I’m tired of waiting for him.”

This Love To forget the pain she is feeling when she caught her boyfriend cheating with her half-sister, Lumiere went to the club to get drunk and find herself. There, she met Rage Forger, a snobbish but handsome man. At first she thought she wouldn't get his attention however when she drunk danced on the dance floor, suddenly someone hugged her back she immediately felt his warm body and fragrant smell.

she repeated, her voice steady. They lingered long after the plates were cleared, simply enjoying the weight of their truth. The love was confirmed, spoken, and sealed. Michael Eastwood, the man of unwavering loyalty and controlled emotion, had finally given his heart completely to his wife. And April Eastwood, the woman who had always been waiting for this moment, knew that their life together had just truly begun. They were no longer just partners; they were in love, and the ten thousand miles separating them from New York couldn't feel far enough.

My expression softens just as my lips tremble. “I…I really want us to put all these behind us as soon as possible, Mason because…because I’m in love with you.” I hear Vanessa’s stunned gasp just as Mason’s eyes widen in shock. I take a deep breath and continue. “I fell in love with you a long, long time ago, long before I ran back to Las Vegas. Even if you annoyed the heck out of me, I think I fell for you the first day I saw you at that Le Delegharo…and I’ve loved you ever since.”

"Yeah. I told him 'no' from day one." "At least you didn't fall for his game, you weren't plagued by incredible innocence." Tom praised. "Most girls just don't even know what hit them since they're too enthralled by his attention." "I count myself lucky. I'd hate that feeling of knowing something I really should." I grumbled. "But, what I don't understand is why they don't remember." Tom gave me a sympathetic and patient glance. "Valentine, he's a Spirit user. Have you had a chance to study about them yet?"

She sped up lowered her gaze and held her velvet bag close to her chest. As they rounded the corner the weight of their attention left him but the uneasiness persisted like a sleeping beast in the pit of his stomach. The Blakes residence was still close to St. and was about a fifteen-minute walk away. Marks which is in a somewhat more tranquil area where the sidewalk trees gave the impression that you were in the middle of the city. This location appealed to Eleanor because of its worn stone facades and small gardens. She still had to go through a number of blocks to get there some of which were well-known for their illegal gambling dens and gangs of small-time thieves. Her brief considerati