Novel What Happens In Vegas Novels & Stories

When the plane landed, the afternoon sun was fierce, glaring through the window and making it hard to open my eyes. I walked out of the airport with my small suitcase, and a dry wind carrying the scent of dust hit my face. I squinted, pulling up the collar of my jacket. The view outside the car window quickly faded from the bustling Vegas Strip to an endless expanse of red rock and desert. "The Oasis," the Costello family's largest money-laundering hub in Nevada, and also its most notorious den of vice.

What do you want again? "You choose. I'm so hungry that I could eat the bed." He laughed. "Sure, I'll order some burgers and chicken to go with it." I nodded. "Sounds good to me." Then he went into the bathroom and I was alone in the room, lost in my thoughts as the door closed behind him. This was Vegas, the place where people got totally freaky and did things that they wouldn't do back home. Maybe that's what had happened between Sebas-tian and me?

CEO Billionaire Collection Book 1: One-night Stand with a Billionaire ELLIE "Shot! Shot! Shot!" The chant reverberated through the opulent casino bar, and. I watched with a mix of amusement and horror as one of the bridesmaids—whose name I'd already forgotten—climbed atop a table, shimmying to the pulsating beat. “Is she…?” I asked myself. Yep, she was twerking. Vegas. The city where subtlety came to die and was promptly buried beneath neon lights and sequined dresses.

The chances of finding him here seems very rare. After we miraculously escaped Escobar Scuderi and his psychotic tendencies, I took Vanessa back home with me…to find my parents dead. Burnt to ashes. We did not waste up to an hour there. I picked up my little sister, and we spent our last money on bus tickets to New York City. Pain twists my heart. There's nothing for me in Vegas. I might never go back. The security man finally pulls open a door and we both step in. It reveals some kind of tastefully furnished, wood paneled office.

Jovie’s POV “Reno?” I called, running into the bathroom. He wasn’t there. Oh no, he left. He went to a casino! He’s losing all the money we just got. He was going to be dead because there would be no more money to pay Vigo with. He was going to be killed! I was actually going to lose him!

And I was standing in a hospital room with one of the most dangerous men alive. Miguel finally turned to me. His eyes were steel. No warmth. No expression. “We have somewhere to be.” I opened my mouth to protest, but one of his guards stepped forward and drove a fist into my face. ____________ Matthew The TV was on with some cheesy romcom the girls had picked, but they’d left for food before it even started. But it helped kill the silence in the room. “Can’t believe we’re in Vegas,” Vincent said, kicking the coffee table. “And here we are, drinking like teenagers hiding from our parents.”

He would have seen the flames again. He carefully took another sip of coffee, using the motion to buy him some time to think. His mind was lost to the flames for a moment before calming himself. It wasn't the same as before. Still, the fear gripped him. He'd never been so happy to be in Vegas. “Are there any leads?” he asked after a moment.

He raised his hand above my head before he dropped it in a hard knock, and I could swear the sound travelled across the room. My hand flew to touch that place, and it was throbbing; a silent "ouch" left my lips. “What were you thinking? What kind of stupid decision is this? Do you think this is Vegas?” I know now is not the time, but I couldn't help asking in my innocent voice, “What happened in Vegas?” The stare of annoyance he gave me made me keep quiet; I knew he was going to be mad, but I didn't think it'd be this bad.

Whether it was a spontaneous road trip, a quiet evening at home, or another adventure in a different city, Ian and Ashley embraced the magic they found in each other—a magic that transcended the scripted nature of their first trip to Las Vegas. In the end, Las Vegas, with its neon lights and bustling energy, became more than just a backdrop for their journey. It became a symbol of transformation, a city where the unexpected could unfold, and where the magic of genuine connection could turn a contract into a beautiful, unscripted love story.

Maybe I expected too much from Lance. I tried so hard to get up even though the pain was unbearable. I walked toward the curtain and opened the second-floor window. There was melting snow gathered on the ground, and the people on the streets were talking in an unfamiliar language. There was no way it snowed that much in Las Vegas. Heck, I had never seen it snow there in the entire time I stayed there, to begin with. What happened to me? Did I die and reach heaven already? Of course, a good woman like me would definitely get heaven. Was heaven filled with people like me?