What Happened In Vegas Novels & Stories

Brigail said through gritted teeth. "Yes, a fucking cash drain! He won a couple of rounds at first, but then Dumbo started spiraling down, so I cut my losses. I wasn't gonna stay and watch his sorry ass get kicked out of Vegas. I took off before he could drag me down with him," Mac continued, oblivious to Brigail's rising fury. "So, no, missy, I don't have a fucking clue what happened to Bert!" Brigail dropped her gaze to the floor as she unclenched her balled-up hands. A few deep breaths later, she looked up again with a saccharine smile on her unruffled face.

“Do not touch her. Do not touch my son. Call me. He is mine to take back. And she is mine to destroy.” The pack roared their agreement, fists slamming against their chests. I stared out the cracked motel window at the chaos of Vegas beyond. Lights flashed, people laughed, the world spun like nothing had changed. But everything had changed. Venessa had crossed a line no one survived.

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.”

They stood there looking at us. ‘My name is Vegas. We got here because he asked each of us to go out on a date with him. So I said, "Why not? I'm single, my mate is probably dead, so why not." He took me to a nice restaurant, we ate and left. The next thing I knew, I got knocked over the head and woke up two days late in this ****ing cage. He told us if we would fight for him and not lose, we would be set free. He lied; the girls that lost got killed. We are the only ones left. The last girl they took down, she had a smart mouth on her, so they took her downstairs to break her.” “Yeah, about that. She's dead now,” Vegas shrugged her shoulders; she didn’t care; she was free now.

Not an apology, not an explanation, not even an acknowledgment that he'd destroyed something beautiful tonight. The screen blurred as tears I'd been holding back finally spilled over. I wiped them away angrily, refusing to break down in the middle of a crowded club. Around me, Vegas pulsed with life and possibility. People laughed and danced and fell in love and made mistakes they'd laugh about tomorrow. The city promised that anything could happen, that reinvention was always possible, that sometimes the best stories started with the worst nights. But all I felt was alone. I was about to put my phone away when a shadow fell across the table. I looked up, expecting to see Blake returning wit

“You know why I wasn’t back Saturday. Let me tell you why— because I was in Vegas.” “Vegas?” They say in unison, and I nod. “As in Las Vegas…” “Yes! Vegas, as in Nevada, Las Vegas!” Jo looks over at Aimee, who stares at me, her mouth agape. “I can’t remember a damn thing. I was so drunk I somehow ended up on a private jet flying to the fucking states.” “With that guy?” Jo questions, a dumbfounded look on her face. “Yes, with that guy,” I say, pulling my lacy black top on. “That’s not even the worst part, oh no, it gets better. We got married by Elvis. Like legally married.”

I shuddered at his description and shook my head before looking out the window “I’ll take you to a few places that you might like. They won’t be too crowded and you’d be able to at least enjoy having a decent meal at one of the restaurants. If you’re interested in bars, I can take you to one” “So, all you basically do at Vegas is go to bars, clubs, or restaurants?” I asked. Elijah chuckled and shook his head at my question “there isn’t anything that we can legally do without losing our heads, minds, or money on?” “Ever heard of the saying ‘what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas?’” *************************** “So, this club is yours?” I asked.

he replied and the guy who shot Felix and Franco nodded, he dipped his hands into his back pocket and brought out his phone to take a picture while the other guy looked around. "I can't believe we were more than ten but we killed two guys or should I say one guy since Franco did all the work and took over eight of us down" he shook his head. "It doesn't matter anymore. What matters now is Franco is dead, let's go" the guy who took the pictures replied and they both rushed out of the scene. ***** "Breaking news, the whole of Vegas has been on fire after what happened last night. There was a massive gun shot through out a neighborhood and the police arrived late at that time and found up to fi

End of story. We drove on in silence and a few minutes later, we turned left onto NV-172. Soon, we pulled up in front of the Hoover Dam. Although it was dark, it was still beautiful and mountains were silhouetted majestically in the distance. I just hoped that he didn't plan to throw me off. Between the mafia and vampires, people disappeared in the desert all the time. If they wanted you dead, you were, but if he was going to kill me, I could think of better ways to die than being thrown off the Hoover Dam.

The whole trip to Vegas and the partying we did when we got to Vegas was a lost memory. Now that I knew that I had the freedom to do whatever I wanted, I took full advantage of not being guilted into not living my life, and did just that- live my life in a very questionable manner. I drank a few of the beers that Stanley had spiked and that’s what caused everything to be a blackout. I didn’t really care for my health or that what I was doing was dangerous, I just wanted to live it up and live it up is what I assumed I did.