Novel What Happens In Vegas Novels & Stories

I raised mine. "To marrying strangers instead of playing by family rules." "To marrying strangers!" she echoed. We drank, laughed. Made more jokes about our hypothetical stranger marriage. Then someone at the bar mentioned Vegas. Said something about shows and casinos and wedding chapels. Olivia's eyes met mine. "Have you ever been to Vegas?" "No." "Me neither." She swayed slightly on her stool. "Want to go?" It was insane. Completely insane. We were drunk and broken and making terrible decisions.

Recently when they were in Las Vegas on a vacation, as usual, Vincent had gone gambling in one of the biggest casinos in the city accompanied by a young lady in her late teens. Sarah hated the gambling aura, so she stayed back, visiting the beautiful city and going on a shopping spree. ‘I should have gone with him then,’ Sarah felt bitter as she recalled the past. If she had at least been there, she would have managed to avoid the catastrophic disaster and saved her from going through all this trouble! “How could a man be so dumb as to lose everything he owned in one night…” Sarah mumbled in anger-her chest heaving up and down as she breathed heavily.

If this was my punishment for ruining her life, I don't think I can endure it. It was better when she still stayed around town but didn't want to see my face, but now the case is totally different. I don't even know what town they moved to. My phone beeped with a notification, I glanced away from the road to check it, a terrible mistake. What I heard at the last moment was a loud crash, and blood gushing from my head before I passed out. Charlotte. Vegas is, well, Vegas. Not so different from where we came from, maybe more flashy and bubbly but anyways settling in was very easy.

The atmosphere inside the helicopter was filled with laughter, exhilaration, and the thrill of experiencing Vegas from an entirely new perspective. The journey was just beginning, and the promise of flying over the Grand Canyon loomed on the horizon. Sophia couldn't help but feel a sense of liberation as the helicopter cut through the air, carrying them towards a day filled with adventure, surprises, and the boundless possibilities that Vegas had to offer. Amidst the vibrant buzz of the helicopter's rotors and the breathtaking cityscape below, Sophia couldn't escape the occasional glimpse of news and social media reports about Alexander and Megan's wedding.

The sound of Maddox yawning in full form, she had just turned her face back to him, just to see the slips off the bed, without clothes. Her eyes fixed on his resting monster then back to his face. "A nice day for a swim, huh..." he spoke yawning and he stretched his body. "What am I doing here?" she asked taking her steps back when he took his steps forward. "I married you..." he answered. "You raped me!" she spoke in a spiteful of anger. "Even if I do...marital rapes are not on the list of the crimes in Vegas..." his smirk wide. Just then she realised she was been dragged to Vegas.

Alexander's Pov Vegas. The city was already buzzing in my veins before we even left the arena. Guys were hyped, coaches wired, the whole locker room pulsing with a restless energy. Road trips always brought it out of us, but Vegas? Vegas turned everything into excess — too bright, too loud, too much. And for me, too dangerous. I pulled my hoodie tighter as I sat on the bench in the corner, rolling my shoulder and testing my leg. It was holding. Barely. The ache was there, a reminder of how close I’d come to losing it all.

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've been in an accident. You're in a hospital in Las Vegas." Las Vegas. The words echoed in the depth of her mind, that reminded her of the cruel, mocking twist of fate. She had risked her job, her life and her sanity, journeyed to this shimmering desert mirage, this city of illusion and escapism, to flee one nightmare – the haunting shadows of Ethan and Sage. Instead, she had been violently thrust into another, far more tangible and immediate reality where her very existence was predicated on the remains of her damaged body. The irony was a bitter taste, a sword thrust through her bruised chest. “How long would it take for the ointment in my eyes to dissipate?" She asked blatantly, emph

“So everything’s sorted with the Mexicans?” “Didn’t know you were interested,” James said with a chuckle. “I’m not that interested,” William said coolly. “But then again, one needs to keep his ear to the ground.” James nodded, understanding what William meant. Their businesses relied solely on information, and to keep oneself in the know was the only way to survive in this cutthroat world. “All sorted,” James said. “For now at least. Who the fuck knows when they’ll spring up again?” It was a fact that drug dealing, prostitution, and kidnapping was booming in Vegas. No matter how many had been shut down, another would just spring up once again, like fucking dandelions.

“A bourbon, neat. And another for the lady if she’s not done running from life yet.” I watched him closely. Too calm. Too confident. It felt... off. “Seriously?” I asked slowly, the doubt clear in my voice. “You just happened to be in Vegas… at the exact same bar I stumbled into?” He met my gaze without blinking. “Stranger things have happened.” I didn’t fully buy it, but I was too exhausted to argue. “So,” I said, tracing the rim of my glass. “Since we met at my wedding, I’m guessing you’ve heard the gossip.”