What Happens In Vegas Last Night Novels & Stories

“The Bellagio, right?” Sed nodded curtly. The cab driver did a U-turn near the end of the Vegas strip so he could drop them off in front of The Bellagio. The final sounds of the song accompanying the fountains faded as they stepped out of the car. “I think we missed it,” Sed commented. “It starts over every fifteen minutes at night. What time is it?” “Almost midnight, I think.” “I hope we didn’t miss the last show.” She took his hand and led him through the crowds. She rounded the edge of the semi-circular man-made lake that housed the fountain and headed toward the hotel.

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.

He answers. I will see you at the hotel in the foyer. We can have a hot bath and order room service tonight. I smile broadly. He always knows exactly what to say. I reply. Bring it on. xoxoxo “It’s just up here.” Stace smiles proudly. After a good night’s sleep in the beautiful Venetian hotel in Vegas, we are on our way to the passport guy in a car we have hired. Things seem to be going to plan and last night was uneventful. We checked into a room and had a big deep bath together and got that beautiful room service dinner he promised me. For a short time, we were in Heaven. Hopefully, this time tomorrow we will be on our way out of here. I don’t know if Stace slept all night.

Las Vegas, Nevada, USA. “Ten thousand dollars.” “Twenty thousand dollars.” “Fifty thousand dollars.” “One hundred thousand dollars.” The shouts of lecherous men filled the grand auction hall in a city famously known as ‘Sin City.’ A city notorious for its sins, yet unfortunately, it’s everyone’s favorite. Dim lighting created an alluring atmosphere as guests entered the lavish auction hall. Everyone was required to wear masks. The only spotlight allowed was on the stage where—a beautiful girl stood as the object of the lecherous men’s bidding.

HAYDEN’S POV: The bass from that fucking campus club was still rattling around inside my skull, matching the rhythmic, heavy throb of the tequila flowing through my veins. It was our last night in this godforsaken town. Our last night in this camp before we packed up every single piece of baggage literal and emotional and drove the hell out of here toward the United FC facility. We had spent the last four hours drinking like the world was ending, celebrating the fact that we were finally free.

Eve backed away from the door, she was going somewhere by 7 tonight. She hurried back to her room and shut the door, who was Sadie talking to and what were they gonna talk about at a building? There was only one way to know. “Eve I’m leaving, ain’t you gonna kiss me goodbye.” He dip his hands in his pocket, and Eve tipped on her toe and kissed his cheek. Wesley smiled and opened the car door. “I might not be home tonight, don’t wait for me.” “I wasn’t planning to.” She frowned.

“I’m not sure where I’m trying to get with you, but I’ll let you know, okay?” “Okay,” I said in little more than a whisper. Why did we just have one night? And why did we have to live so far apart? His “off the strip” wasn’t far, just off the main drag to the Rio Las Vegas Hotel and Casino. We rode the elevator almost to the top, up to the Voodoo Lounge.

"Where… Where are you selling me to?" She could only try to gather useful information from the two men since she was in an unfamiliar place. Escaping was impossible. The two men were not afraid she could escape and were nice enough to explain to her, "Have you heard of Forever Night in Lovian?" Forever Night, the casino in Molivia, and the cabaret show in Torpis were the three largest money-squandering establishments in the world. One could buy anything at those places so long as proper funds were present. They were so famous that even Vicky heard about them before.

On a bitter winter night, she breathed her last. Nathan and his son watched her go, their eyes hollow and lost. They thought it was over. But they forgot—they had not yet paid for their own sins. And Sebastian's reckoning was the true judgment. The very day Vivian's body was dumped on the barren hills outside the city, the seizure order arrived. Within hours, the gates of the Hartwell mansion were torn down. Their fortune scattered to the winds. Everything they'd built—the wealth, the power, the prestige—crumbled to dust and rubble.

I say going to grab me a glass of wine out the fridge. Thank you Heather. For the first time in my life I understand why people drink after a stressful day. “Fine, but if this happens again” he starts. I hold my hand up. “If it happens again nothing because they are my mates and this is my problem, just go okay. I need to prepare myself to deal with Vegas” I say. And somehow dealing with the brute sounds harder than dealing with the actual incident. “Fine” he says storming out. “I will see you two tomorrow” I say to Tati and Treasure.