What Happened In Vegas Novels & Stories

"How come..that.. You don't want me anymore Dylan..?" "It was a mistake.." "A mistake? You told me that you loved it! You almost moaned when we did it! You always said that i'm the only one who knows how to rock your body! Now you tell me it was a mistake?" "Have i ever told you that i loved you? Have i ever gave you hope? What was our motto,do you remember what deal we've made,huh?" "What..what happens in Vegas.." she repeated. "..stays in Vegas. See? We agreed that this would be just for fun,only to get those stress stuffs out! No attachments,no feelings,no love,nothing! There was nothing between us,and there will be nothing,okay? Is that clear? "

"Oh, no." For a good ten seconds none of them spoke, as they were both just so numb with the horror that lied before them. "That wasn't a killing punch you just delivered, was it?" Kat managed to croak. "Everything happened so fast," Calix replied vaguely. When she glared at him, he hurriedly added, "I will carry him." •‡•‡•‡• The good thing about Vegas cab drivers was the fact that they hardly ask questions, even when their pickup points are far-off construction sites.

He would have seen the flames again. He carefully took another sip of coffee, using the motion to buy him some time to think. His mind was lost to the flames for a moment before calming himself. It wasn't the same as before. Still, the fear gripped him. He'd never been so happy to be in Vegas. “Are there any leads?” he asked after a moment.

Vegas was immediately consumed by anger and when Cruz walked closer to greet him, he dropped the newspaper he was reading, stood up, and sent a slap across his face. Cruz wasn't startled because that was the least he expected as he went ahead and greeted him before apologizing for his mistake. "This wasn't how I wanted us to be. I'm sorry. I really am." He apologized wholeheartedly. "You think an apology can end this? Can it take my daughter's pain away and take back this huge betrayal?" Mr. Vegas asked in a highly raised tone, seething with rage. Mrs. Vegas, who was preparing breakfast in the kitchen, heard her husband's voice and immediately ran out to see what was going on.

Nevada, America The day’s activities were going pretty smooth, the guests were eating and chatting, Arnold was in the kitchen with the other chefs, he was arranging some ceramic plates into a small steel cupboard. The TV in the kitchen suddenly switched to breaking news “There has been a terrorist attack on Chimney street, Carson city, the capital city of the state of Nevada, over 100 persons have been held hostage in Lori Carson museum, the purpose of kidnap is yet to be known and so far no one has been hurt” the Newscaster reported; everyone in the kitchen began to panick because the restaurant was just few blocks away from the reported museum. Then suddenly they all heard voices coming fr

I feel like I know her more now than I thought I did before. Six months after I got home from Vegas my father was killed by the rival family, The Gallo’s. That started a war between the two families until Senior Gallo was killed by a smaller gang that none of us heard of. Once that happened we joined forces and things calmed down. I took over the family and started changing things.

Six and I were headed to Vegas in search of Four—the last place he’d been dispatched. In the time I’d been with Six, I’d traveled more than in the entire decade prior. Las Vegas wasn’t new to me, unlike some of the other areas we’d been to. I’d visited the adult playground two years prior when Digby and I had gone on a long weekend trip. We stayed at The Venetian and had a blast. It helped that Digby won almost a grand playing poker. With Six beside me, I knew it was going to be a vastly different trip.

I was having too much fun. If the boyfriend was gone for four days, I could safely get Kat out of town for two. My last trip to Vegas had been just before Kat and I started fucking. It had been a memorable weekend with a showgirl acquaintance who didn't mind being spoiled when I came to town. I knew Kat loved Vegas, too. She had told me about weekend trips she took when she lived in LA. She and Kelly would make a game of getting invited to pool club cabanas and see how much of a tab they could run up before undertaking the inevitable quid pro quo of fucking their hosts.

The chances of finding him here seems very rare. After we miraculously escaped Escobar Scuderi and his psychotic tendencies, I took Vanessa back home with me…to find my parents dead. Burnt to ashes. We did not waste up to an hour there. I picked up my little sister, and we spent our last money on bus tickets to New York City. Pain twists my heart. There's nothing for me in Vegas. I might never go back. The security man finally pulls open a door and we both step in. It reveals some kind of tastefully furnished, wood paneled office.

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.