Que Paso En Las Vegas Novels & Stories

The more security around the pack, the better the outcome of anything that might occur would be. “So, neonata, are you ready to go to Vegas?”

Luna whispered. Aria's voice was soft. "You knew this wasn't safe." "But it felt right." "Then make it right." "How?" No answer. At the greenhouse… Vegas moved through the underbrush like a wolf on the hunt. He paused just outside. There—are imprints in the moss. Recent. Heavy. He stepped inside. The air was heavy. Sweet. Like... sweat and flowers. He crouched, running a gloved finger over a dent in the moss.

But when Lauren answered, she sounded just as wrecked and groggy as Mia felt. “Don’t panic—I overslept too,” Lauren admitted with a tired laugh. “Two disasters in sync.” Mia let out a breath of relief, though the nerves didn’t quite leave. “I’ll head to yours. We can get ready from there.” She jumped in the shower, racing through her routine—washing her hair, shaving her legs, moving fast but careful enough not to slice herself in the rush. Steam filled the small bathroom, curling around her as she tried to fight the buzz of nervous excitement rising under her skin. This was it. Vegas. No more talking. No more dreaming. It was actually happening.

But he was up to the challenge. As the doors to the elevator slid open and he stepped out, he kept that thought firmly fixed in his head, giving him just an extra pep in his step, as he strolled through the lobby on his way to Café Bellagio in search of the lovely Yolanda. He passed by the casino area, the multicolored lights of the slot machines flashing before his eyes as the peal of endless ringing echoed all around him. He could easily see how someone could come to Vegas and lose it all. The energy all around him was infectious and addictive, and if you weren’t careful you could quickly wind up bewitched by the magic of the city.

And to Vegas, it was a waste of time and a memorial for heartbreak. I was heartbroken, the tears wouldn't stop flowing, It flowed down to my lips and I could taste its saltiness. I was ready to move on. Fuck Chris and his bitches, fuck Las Vegas and its picturesque views. New York, here I come.

We drove to the chapel and when we got there everything was set up. We had an Elvas impersonator wed us. We had fun afterward at the casino. We booked a suite upstairs. While Rowan was downstairs with some men, I went up to our room and just laid on the bed. I know I’m in Vegas for the first time and all I want to do is sleep. ======= (Dream) I'm standing in front of a flower field... a small smile plays on my face as I watch my parents dancing in the distance. Jamie is laughing at them; my parents look so in love.

“Please fill out your name, address, and phone number. I also must see your state issued ID.” The woman takes the pen and notepad and then looks to me, bewildered. “Take a few deep breaths,” I suggest, placing my arm around her shoulders. She nods, breathes, then fills out the information with a trembling hand. A small crowd gathers behind us to witness the magic that is Las Vegas. It’s one of the few places you can turn twenty dollars into over four thousand. The employee informs her she must finish playing the eight dollars she has in the machine and heads to get a check from the cashier, promising to return soon.

His eyes searched around fervently through the hazy lights, causing Vegas to move slightly in his car to avoid locking eyes directly with him. He heard footsteps a bit later as Autumn disappeared into the building. He sat upright, watching a lit window on the third floor until bright lights flickered on. A pretty simple life, easy to infiltrate. Satisfaction spread across Vegas’s face as he leaned back in the driver’s seat. He already knew what tomorrow’s move would be. The game had officially begun, and he was going to enjoy every second of it.

“…what are you doing…?” “I’m carrying you,” he said, and then we were moving. The bright light ended and shadow enveloped me. There was the sound of an automatic door, and cold air swept over me. The light dropped from shadow to near-darkness. Far away there was the digital ching ching ching of slot machines, and the sounds of coins clanking against metal. We’re in Vegas, I realized. “…what… oh my God… I can walk,” I protested, struggling against him sleepily.

she said and laughed, brushing off the intimacy of my moment. "And I always have," I said. "How many times have you cum today?" "Five," she said. "We've got a long way to go." * * * We took a leisurely walk back to the Wynn through the Bellagio and Caesars Palace. We had a couple drinks along the way. We both fed off the Vegas energy. The people watching, as always, was great, and we just enjoyed feeling the energy of the place. It was pure magic to feed off the sense of adventure that permeated the scene.