What Happens In Vegas Book Free Novels & Stories

How could she just forget the best night of his life so easily? how can he just forget what happened in Vegas?

“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.

To do this, they'd consulted a battered travel brochure lying around the apartment laundry room. Fortunately, Calix hadn't insisted on trying extreme sports like skydiving and ziplining, even though he was in charge of their tours. So far they'd seen the Viva Vision light show at Fremont Street, walked the Old Spanish Trail Park at Clark County, tasted craft beers at Banger Brewing, and played fancy in a yacht charter at The Westin Lake Resort. They'd also mistakenly joined a portrait painting session at MGM, which made Calix want to try out painting. The materials they'd hoarded were still at Unit 14, gathering dust.

If I lose him, I'm going to die. He releases me slowly, but his hands cup my cheeks, forcing me to look into his eyes. "Baby, what are you doing in Vegas tonight?”

Greg looks at me, “What?” I point toward the slot machines, “There’s gambling… in the airport.” He grins and takes hold of my hand, “Welcome to Vegas, sweet cheeks.” Bright flashing machines sit right there between baggage claim and arrivals, and what surprises me the most is that there are people actually using them right now. Someone is dragging a suitcase while pressing the buttons, trying to make a quick buck from an unused play. I laugh, "We're not in Massachusetts anymore.”

“That was before I realized the meeting wasn’t real.” He lifted one shoulder. “And now we’re here.” “Yes,” I said, standing. “Now we’re here.” Vegas.The City of chaos and bad decisions. I stared out the hotel window at the neon lights blazing across the strip. Then a thought slowly crept into my head. “What is Vegas good for?” I muttered. Elion looked up. “I’m afraid to answer that.” “Clubs,” I said thoughtfully. He blinked. “Casinos.” He lowered the tablet.

I’ll be free to rule my way and not have his expectations leading me on my path. While he goes in the club's direction, I decide to go home and spend the evening in the place I considered home. On the drive there, my thoughts are clouded by what would come next. The moment I leave Vegas, Valentine takes my place and I’ll start up a DC chapter of Devil’s Void.

Ava The Las Vegas Book Festival was held in a sprawling park just off the strip. Tents stretched across the grass, white canopies flapping in the desert wind. Authors milled about, clutching coffee cups and clutching their nerves. Readers wandered between booths, arms loaded with books, faces bright with excitement. I was scheduled to speak at 2 PM on the main stage. My talk went well. Better than well. The crowd was warm, engaged, full of questions about forgiveness and healing and the stories that save us. I read from my novel—the passage about Elena learning to be alone—and watched as people wiped their eyes.

My mental was unstable that night because I broke up with Lena and I have to accept shit happens in my life. At 3 AM, a stranger guy comes from the next table, he’s making his way to my spot and watch the game. Vegas was my distraction spot, that place thrilled me, I make out with a cute stripper named, Vanessa. And waste all my time drinking and gambling when I was there. The stranger man who watched me joined the game, he's slide to the hot seat and sat opposite me, giving me a dirty smirk before he played the game.