Vegas Vip Org Novels & Stories

Heidi Sanson is the type of woman who preserves herself to the man she’ll marry. Not until her cousin, Shamcey, brings her to the club to have some fun just to forget her problems for a while. But too much fun can lead into different kinds of enjoyment… or more so, problems. Heidi had a blackout after drinking the blue cocktail that the waiter gave her that night. The next day, she found herself in a hotel room, sleeping alone in a huge fluffy bed without wearing anything on her body—she was literally naked! There, she remembered some blurred scenarios of that night. Someone pulled her inside the VIP room. Instead of stopping him from kissing her, she’s too completely drunk to go against his sensual urge. She just found herself responding to the kiss of that stranger. That night was a mistake that she will definitely use as a lesson learned. But… What if that night is only the beginning of everything? What happens when she begins an entirely fresh career path to face the challenge that she walked away after that night? What happens if the new acquaintances who got into her life helped her to unravel memories that were long forgotten? Can she connect the dots to discover the hidden truth of her life?

During the summer break, I took my daughter, Stella Quinton, to a private beach that I own for some fun and some scuba diving. That's when Felicity Portman, a famous actress, barges into the beach with a group flocking behind her. "This is a private beach that Micah has given me permission to entertain VIP clients at! Hurry up and get lost, you filthy commoners!" The arrogant Felicity has the gall to bring up my husband, Micah Morrison, just to threaten me. When she finds out about my identity, she even makes fun of me for being a useless woman who relies on him for survival. I'm furious, to say the least. As the heiress to the richest family in Seacrest City, how am I a useless woman who relies on men for survival? Also, I'm the one who gave Micah his movie company and all of his resources! But when Micah reaches the beach, he works with Felicity to coerce my darling Stella into putting on a diving performance for a lecherous investor. With a sneer on my face, I summon the Seashark Special Forces, who only take orders from the most elite members of Seacrest City. "Seashark Special Forces, come to Moonrise Bay right now and clear out the area!"

Blurb I was his secret weapon. The girl who broke down his plays. The girl who made him win Game 7. Then he lifted the Cup… and kissed the owner’s daughter. So I did what any unhinged woman would do. I bought a lighter. My target? The VIP suit. The problem? I torched the wrong door. It belonged to *Captain Rhys Virek*. “Black Ice.” “League nightmare.” “Don’t breathe near him.” He caught me. Soot on my face and lighter in my hand. The Cops were 2 minutes out. He didn’t call them. He slid a contract across the burnt table instead. *“You’re my girlfriend now. Three months. Fake. Public. Or you burn for real.”* I have a deportation date. He has a PR crisis. Fake dating fixes us both. Except his wolf likes the girl who fights back. And I’m starting to like the monster who chose me… after I tried to ruin him. But it was all a fallacy to begin and I began to drown in a nightmare that death becomes the only option left.

My boyfriend didn’t just cheat. He did it with my twin sister. In my apartment. On our anniversary. And the worst part? They planned it. He dated me to destroy me. She gave him every secret I ever trusted her with. Just because she wants to ruin my future and my career. So I walked into a bar, ready to drink myself unconscious. But no one would serve me. Because of him. The hot, sexy stranger in the VIP lounge with cold eyes, a sharp voice, and a presence that made everyone move back without a word. In my delirious state, I confronted him. He didn’t care. Instead, he said: “If you want to forget everything, I’ll give you something worth remembering.” One night became two. Two became three. When I escaped his bed, I promised myself I would never see him again. But fate has a cruel sense of humor. On Monday, I was reported to the CEO’s office—my ex’s final attempt to destroy my job. I walked in trembling. And there he was.

***BRATVA WOLVES: BOOK 2*** As a scentless half-human/half-werewolf, Lily Vega always expected abuse, violence and bloodshed - the norm for her step-brother's pack of Lycans. Given to the BloodCrest Pack as a gift to cement the bond between New York and Las Vegas, she didn't expect to become second in command to the Heartless Beta, Konstantin Volkov. And she didn't expect to fall in love with him either. Konstantin never cared for love or finding his mate as the Beta to the Alpha God. Who needs a mate when you have a pack to protect? However, everything seemed to fall into place when Lily stepped into his life. She was his second in command and the best damn fighter he'd ever met - until she decided to leave his side when she apparently finds her mate. After a misunderstanding, which culminates in a steamy encounter with Konstantin, Lily leaves his side, never to return. What will Konstantin do once he finds out Lily is truly his mate and pregnant with his prophesied firstborn... and that she's being held prisoner by a creature even older than the Werewolf God Xamnir? Book 1 - Alpha Kai Book 2 - Konstantin: The Heartless Beta

At the awards for the Global Jewelry Design Competition, my stepsister Sandra took the grand prize. She used the designs she stole from me. What she didn’t know was the show’s biggest sponsor: Jude Moretti. Godfather of the Moretti family. A bloodthirsty monster scarred in an explosion, a man they say can never have children. And the grand prize? Becoming the Godfather’s bride. That night, Moretti’s men, all in black, delivered a gold-trimmed marriage contract. They were here for the “genius designer.” My fiancé, Marco, panicked. He whisked Sandra off to Vegas to save her. They got married that night. With the deed done, Sandra strutted back in, wearing my silk robe. She flashed the ring on her finger and the hickies all over her neck. “Marco’s mine now,” she purred. “What are you going to do, Odessa? The Godfather’s only giving you a day. If you don’t marry him, the Family will have to appease him. That means sending you to the red-light district. Selling you to the kind of sicko who gets off on broken things.” She was wrong. I had another choice. I found my father and stepmother, both scrambling to deal with the contract. “I’ll do it,” I said. “I’ll marry the Godfather.”

“Aunt Ashie says you need to pay child support!” The five-year-old Mars said to the crown prince. — While on a break from his duties to Las Vegas, six years ago, the crown prince made a mistake and married a young woman by accident. After getting the marriage annulled, the prince had returned to his duties while the woman who was unaware of his identity returned to hers. Weeks later, a surprise awaited her—a positive pregnancy test. Six years have passed, but somehow fate brings the two back together. Roman Maximus is a 27-year old heartthrob and the crown prince of Penevia. He is bold, confident, arrogant—and is used to getting what he wants. Audrey Sinclair is a 26-year old single mother to a cheerful five-year old. She’s stubborn, hot-headed and does not bow down to anyone—not even the crown prince. A contract marriage binds these two together for 365 days, but with the king suddenly falling ill, forcing Roman to take over the throne, and a neighboring kingdom threatening to overthrow Penevia, not everything is as easy as it seems. Things get more complicated when the two develop feelings for one another.

Dark. Powerful. Dangerous. James Maxwell is one of the billionaire elites who rules Las Vegas City with an iron fist. You’re definitely worth two million, Mia. Think about it. Two million. Five years. Your brother will go free. It’s a contract. Those are the words of the gorgeous billionaire James Maxwell, the man who makes my heart race and my body tremble with longing. I want to refuse his proposal, but how can I? My brother owes him two million, and as dirt poor as we are, there’s no way we can find that much money to repay him. What’s worse, I think I’m falling in love with the man who thinks I’m just his mistress. My name is Mia Donovan, a twenty-two-year-old small-town girl working as a kitchen hand to make ends meet. My world is changing—both for the better and worse. James Maxwell, a gorgeous billionaire with beautiful Prussian-blue eyes, is the man behind this. He makes my heart flutter and my knees shake. When he kisses me, my world melts into a pool of exotic sensation. But his world is dark and dangerous, and being with him is a risk both to my life and my sanity. This is our story.

Caius Vannister, despite his reputation as one of the most eligible bachelors of the country, was a one-woman-man kind of guy. He had imposed strict rules upon himself, and that is to be loyal to just one woman. He laid no woman in his bed for years, which is why he knew he was in trouble when he felt the heat and the beast awakened at the sight of the drunk Murphy who one night, accidentally barged on his VIP room. Having tasted the sweet scent and pleasure he didn't know existed, he desperately searched for the lady, who fortunately left her business card, the morning he woke up alone. Realizing that the lady was closely acquainted with his cousin, Casper and his wife, a playful smirk was painted on his lips. "Architect Murphy Jayden…you're mine…” As Murphy tried to shoo him away, he was adamant to claim the lips, the body, and the heart of the lady who, from the start, stole his. Caius vowed to know everything about her to plan his next steps, that his vast connection was put to the test when he found no single information about her, apart from what he knew from Casper. Pondering about it for far too long, he could only utter one thing... "Who are you truly, milady?”

At the end of the year, I went to the spa and discovered a stranger had been using my VIP card. When I logged into my personal profile, the last three treatment records were not under my name. The preference section listed specific details about someone else. She was allergic to rose essential oil, preferred lavender, and her heating pad temperature could not exceed 108 degrees Fahrenheit. Her menstrual cycle fell around the 15th of each month, so no waist or abdomen treatments during that time. I stared at the screen, my palms turning cold. Only my husband, Zachary White, knew this password. At the time, he said he needed it to check the balance and renew my membership. I scrolled down and found a system note at the bottom: [Birthday treatment reserved for December 30, prepared according to Ms. Anderson's preferences.] Today was December 30. My phone vibrated. Zachary had sent a message: [Working late tonight. Won't be home.] Familiar laughter drifted from the hallway. Through the glass door, I watched Zachary walk into the adjacent room with his arm around a woman, the beautician hurrying forward to greet them. "Mr. White, we have Ms. Anderson's birthday treatment ready, just as you requested."