Novel What Happens In Vegas Novels & Stories

We’d only just started. “Are you leaving?” I asked. “There’s something I needed to check.” Dylan threw a fifty down on the table. That would more than cover whatever Hazel wanted to order, as well as be a nice tip for the poor waitress. Hazel’s eyes were wide with confusion. I couldn’t explain yet. Not until I was sure. And even then… The date… It looked so familiar. Two people, married, but uncertain to who… They were both in Vegas… And this date. Was it the same?

“Vegas, isn’t it?” They slid into the booth and started talking. I wasn’t listening to the words. I just needed noise. Something to drown the thoughts. We drank. More than we should have. I didn’t ask for names. They didn’t either. Somewhere between laughing too hard and the floor tilting beneath me, I felt a hand brush mine. Warm. Gentle. Not urgent. Just there. I didn’t pull away. Instead, I grabbed his hand and led him to the dance floor. We danced, but I didn't know what came over me; maybe it was the drink, but I was pressing my ass on his dick as I danced. Maybe it has to do with "what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas." He was hard, and I turned and laughed at him. "Trouble," he said an

As a student, he had been deeply moved by The Bridge of San Luis Rey, Thornton Wilder's novel about five strangers who perished together on a collapsing bridge. Naturally, when he started his new job in Nevada he began to dwell on the notions of fate and predestination. He chose to craft a modern take on the classic tale where-in his version-the strangers' lives intersected at the instant of a terror attack. Bernie got his tea, "Thank you, honey. Keep an eye out for my next meeting, okay?" Roz cleared Peter's line of sight

Iris snuggled against him and Blake pressed a kiss to her temple. “Daddy, what is Las Vegas?” the little girl asked. “Well, it’s a big city, right in the middle of the desert. It’s like… Disneyland, but for grown-ups…” His daughter gave him a confused look at first, but the word ‘Disneyland’ made the image clearer in her little head. “Do you know why are we going to Vegas?” “To marry Nik,” Iris murmured and her explanation made Blake smile. “That's right, baby. We're going to Vegas to create a new family with Nik. After today, she is going to be your new mommy.”

Please leave a comment on which title you’d like to read the most and why. “The Summers Series” - steamy, billionaire love stories ( there are mafia - billionaire as well ) #1 Viva Lust Vegas (Tiffany Summers’s story). Tiffany Cromwell was born into one of the oldest families in Britain and led a proper life. Until one day, she decided to go to Las Vegas and enjoy a bit of freedom before she had to go back to England and marry her soulmate — someone who would accept her despite her current situation. What she failed to foresee was that she would end up waking up in a bed with a sexy stranger. Imagine her surprise when the said stranger claimed to be her husband. Upon the death of his little

“You know what. I think that’s a good idea Davn. Nathan! My room’s this way. Hey, Victor! Take care of my best friend tonight okay?” We all decided to call it a night. We were about to lay on my bed when I heard a loud noise. It’s like a glass or bottle shattering on the floor. Vic and I went outside to check what happened when I saw Vlad on the floor and the shattered bottle of champagne beside his body. “Vladimir! What the hell! Nathan! Nathan!!” “Hey, what’s… What the hell happened here! Help me get him up Davin” I find it a bit weird. Vlad was always the last man standing when it comes to late night parties so I’m sure he's not wasted but how on how or what on earth happened to him? I gu

Chris could cheat on me, I've never imagined. I kept drinking and drinking until everything under my sight became blurry and hazy. And I landed on a bed in a hotel room, waking up naked. For all I care someone has taken advantage of me but who could it be? I wouldn't know. I cried continuously, obviously regretting coming to Vegas. All I've ever wanted was to have a perfect boyfriend and husband, I have always thought of our relationship as perfect. I've never imagined my relationship to have any dent in it.

His shoulders slumped slightly as he turned around and took Neil by the hand, guiding him inside the villa. On the drive back to the penthouse, I couldn’t shake the gnawing sense of guilt. Did Raymond really deserve this? What if he really didn’t do anything significant with Clara? But I needed time to let it all settle. I wasn’t ready to talk. As I arrived home, I was met with an unexpected surprise. Cassandra was waiting by the door, a mischievous grin on her face. “Surprise! We’re going to Vegas! Join us to experience a different life!”