Vegas Profile Stories Novels & Stories

“When Leo brought me here, I was terrified.” She glanced over, watching Blaze remain uninterested, eyes glued to the road. She takes the silence as a sign to go on- if he didn’t want her to talk, he would have to tell her that himself. He would have to talk. “Vegas is famous for it’s party scene- drunken weddings, gambling, sex and drugs... I knew I wouldn’t fit in.” She can see the way his brow twitched, wanting to raise. It prompts her to continue her rambling.

I was a doctor, not a babysitter! She asked me one question; "You ever been to Ve-gas?" When I told her that I hadn't, she'd insisted that we came to rescue her brother. I had never been to Ve-gas, and I hated to admit how naive I felt coming here. I never expected it to be like this, but then I suppose that's why everyone gets wild in Vegas. It wasn't because it was a quiet destination; it was the complete opposite.

His work was stressful enough. "According to my investigations, Al Vegas was owing some people a lot of money," He said as he took picked up glass of bourbon, slowly swirling it in a slow bored fashion. "Some very bad, questionable people," He added. "What do you know about that?" He asked. "Nothing," I shrugged. "Al, to me, was a gambling addict, that is all I know about him apart from being an excellent business executive," I added. Capt. Michael was grabbing at straws looking for a needle in a stack of hay or a ball of snow in a hot vast desert.

White light bled from a sign above the street. Evergarden. It read. And then below, in smaller, brighter letters: VIP Entrance. I shrugged and passed the photo back. “Never heard of it.” “Damn, girl. You’ve been in Grasberg for a year, and you never go there?” “With all due respect, I have better things to do than loitering in a nightclub owned by a possible king of all pimps.” Brenda shook her head. “I’ll be frank with you, Maeve. Everytime we sent journalists to interview him, he refused. In fact, no media has ever been able to get any word out of him.”

His blond hair was the same shade as his daughter’s, and slicked back in a short ponytail, and a few days’ worth of stubble gave him a gruff look. He didn’t look like a businessman at that moment, more like a veteran Adventurer—which Jester supposed he was. He had heard of Gregory Vega and his party—no Adventurer worth his pay would be ignorant of them—and had even studied some of their quests. He had found them interesting, and a good reference, during the few times Jester took on treasure hunts and exploration quests. In fact, he admired the man before him and he hoped there wouldn’t be any misunderstandings… *****

Again Alberto asked Professor Vega about something else that might have caused Alberto to be called to the room. "Supposedly, from the time I asked you to call me "Vega," you already know where this conversation will go. But because you’re an innocent man, you don't know, and I pity you for continuing to guess. So, it’s about a personal matter.” Professor Vega wanted to know her real reason for calling Alberto, but Alberto immediately cut her words off because he was very surprised to hear the words "personal matter." His brain immediately thought that the personal problem in question was the problem of Vega's pregnancy, which was his. Alberto's heart immediately skipped a beat. His eyes imm

It makes her worried. "I told you about my addiction, right?" Xavier sighs, "What I failed to mention was the day I went to Vegas and bet away all my money, cars, and my house. I was fucked up and screwed up but I didn't care, all I needed was money for my next fix. Long story short, I borrowed money from some dangerous people and they want their money back." "Whoa," That's all Cara can come up with at the moment. Cara has come across her fair share of dangerous men, it's not like she grew up in the best part of town. But no matter how wild she got, Cara always avoided that scene.

I waved the little bags he let me carry at his bigger ones which he was carrying effortlessly, “Or we dump all this in the car and explore Las Vegas for an hour or so?” “Let's explore.” He said to me and I jumped in happiness. I knew he would always make the right choice. Fanning my desires, what I love the most. We dumped everything in the car and I dragged him happily by the street. “I am sorry, what is that?" I asked a passerby as I saw a lot of people dressing up in different outfits, and awaiting a photographer to take photos of them. It looked fun and something I would want to do. “That is the Vegas Vogue Photography. Today they are doing characters from Movies. The best shot would be

I threatened playfully, making Vegas chuckle. "I'm sorry about what you had to witness inside, that's how us brothers fight it out," Vegas lowered the volume of the car music. "It's no problem but do you mind sharing?" I placed my hands on him, giving him im a light squeeze. "There is nothing much to share, it's just Jaylen and I have the same mother but different fathers, our mom was an escort, she had Jaylen with an already married man and she had me with I don't know who," Vegas forced out a laughter.

Chest out, shoulders back, one hand in pocket. Such elegance and confidence that he commanded the attention of everyone present there. Blanca's eyes fixed on him and realised that figure. It was Maddox Dasher, the arrogant businessmen in Las Vegas, Nevada. He heard the people gossiping about him. Some were calling him the King Of Vegas, others called him an arrogant prick. But he was quite wealthy. Many nightclubs and casinos are under his name...he is said to be the cruellest person walking on the earth. It is said that a person can not survive a day with him..that's how much anger he holds.