What Happens In Vegas Last Night Novels & Stories

Niko was not supposed to say that and luckily a guy, turned on the television news. It is currently broadcasting a murder of Prince Jahid and three princesses who are currently present in the palace courts. The news said that there is a current investigation and the whole city will be in a total lockdown for the meantime. Now, Niko is really trapped since they will stop international travel from this city. After they ate, Niko insisted to take the girls home. "I should take you home," Niko said to both of them.

Beside him, Marsya only heard. “You misunderstood all along. I didn't betray you that night.” Marissa sobbed. In the middle of a drunken state. She is more emotional about Dave. “I came all the way home. Suppressed pride to get back with you. But what did I get? You slapped me with those damn words of yours.” This time, Marissa screamed. “Damn it!” Marissa then got down from the chair and then staggered walked through the crowd that packed the entertainment venue even though it wasn't a weekend.

Then, I picked up a rag to keep wiping down the counter. That night, Bianca suddenly went live. Her title was unhinged. [If I’m going down, I’m taking everyone with me. I’m going to show you all who taught me how to hurt her.]

Wrapped in thick duvets and surrounded by too many pillows, Mia drifted off, her mind still dancing with the sound of shuffling poker chips and slot machines chiming ‘WINNER. For the first time in months, she slept deep. But not for long. For what she didn’t know was that this would be the last night fear wouldn’t wander her dreams like a shadow lingering over her. Waking up in Vegas was something else entirely. Sunlight streamed through the long, pale curtains, and the hum of distant traffic was oddly calming. Mia felt better than she had in ages—clear-headed, steady, excited. Tonight, they’d head back to the tables. Tonight, she’d win again. She could feel it in her bones.

On that step-by-step way back to her regular life, her regular self, the routine she chose and enjoyed, Thursday used to be after office with her friends, for a happy-hour pint of homebrew ale. Silvia texted dinner instructions to her little brother and headed to the bar straight from work to meet with her friends. It was a nice, funny evening. She went back home with Claudia and the usual bunch on the midnight bus, and made mate to sit down with her brother for some healthy gaming before calling it a night. She felt calm and contented when she headed to her room, enough to take the tablet to bed and risk a look at the Hey, Jay! That night had been No Return’s last concert in Santiago, also

I asked. I heard his hysterical voice on the other line. He spoke so fast that I couldn't even understand anything. "Calm down. What are you talking about? And why are you freaking out?" I heard his strong breaths one after the other before he finally spoke. "Trin, the venue has changed for the Fashion Show. The higher ups wanted it to be in the Philippines instead of just in Paris!" My jaw dropped at the same time my lips parted in shock. No. Way.

I took my bath hurriedly, put on the clothes I picked from the floor, and left the hotel in haste straight to the airport. I sat close to the window side, reminiscing on what had transpired yesterday. I had come to Vegas with my boyfriend Chris for an easter vacation. We were supposed to go sightseeing and tour in Vegas that day but unfortunately, I had to go alone because he suddenly developed a headache. I walked in on my boyfriend Chris, and a broomstick lady he was fucking beneath him. He was fucking her without shame and that alone made me cry. They didn't even stop after noticing my presence.

Damn it! By mid-morning the gossip was out of control. Jenny only focused on the gossip that was constant and repetitive. She wasn’t going to believe nonsense such as Mr Sanders was actually kidnapped, and the publishing house was being held to ransom. What she did ascertain was that Mr Sanders did have a heart attack and that he was still alive. That was the good news. The bad news was that Mr Sanders had put Cole in change and had stepped down as CEO indefinitely. She hadn’t heard any gossip about the staff shake up or about the closure of the café which made her feel a little easier. But there had been no sign of Cole to confirm or deny any of this which still made her a little anxious.

Vegas complained. "You think being in a bar fight is fun?" I asked and he cackled. "Of course! I'm always one for a good time" he said and I sighed. Flashbacks from last night were starting to form and my head pounded at the memories. **Last Night** The guys who came around to have fun were already long gone by now and it was just a bunch of slightly or fully drunk guys beating the shit out of each other. Vito and I tried not to partake as much as we could but if we were going to make it over to Hugo, we'd need to bash some heads.

She shakes her head and frowns deeply. “Vegas?” She intones incredulously and I nod my head in response. “What the hell are we doing in Vegas?” I shrug, “Beats me. I don’t remember a damn thing about last night. The only thing I recall was leaving the club with a girl. After that, it’s a blank. Do you remember anything?”