Made in Vegas

Made in Vegas

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Do you want to know the luxuries of life that I enjoy day by day? Parties, boys, fame, money, status, everything you can imagine... even what not. I am only 16 years old and I have lived many adventures, luckily not really bad... Millionaire parents and living the life I deserve. I am the black sheep of the family because of my scandals, controversies and all my antics, I prefer to call it "living a cool life", which according to the press "is not worthy of someone from my elite", I'm famous or something, I appear on television very often... in the news because of my scandals, but thats count, or not? Even my parents always spoil me for being their only daughter, I am not the typical millionaire posh girl, I am not at all delicate and much less conformist, and obviously I am not normal; I love being different. I have been arrested a couple of times, for drunk driving, crashing some cars, fighting with a couple of girls; for things that make me seem like I don't belong to a family with money and class. Kathe is my only and best friend, we have known each other since we were children, she was born just four days after me, our parents are famous businessmen, close friends and partners in big companies; Kathe and I are partners in crime. We have never been interested in the business world, she is the only one who supports me and understands me. Although she is quite innocent, I am in charge of making her play pranks, I know she has fun. I am proudly from Las Vegas, the city of sin, so don't joke about expecting an innocent holy girl. I am not afraid of anything, risks, nights, alcohol, sex and parties are just one more part of my daily life. Nocturnal entertainment is my cup of tea. Anyway, according to my parents, one more scandal and they will take drastic measures, I really don't think they interfere with anything... they wouldn't dare, right? Whats... THIS IS THE FUCKING LIFE I CHOOSE! Anyway, in the end, it all happened just because I am, MADE IN VEGAS.
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She hated them. They loved her with everything in them. The universe truly has a sick way of telling you it's there, doesn't it? From being kidnapped to being abused, that was all Arabella saw in life. It was all she ever knew. They tell you to keep fighting but sometimes you realize... you were just a child. Now she's built herself up using her pain as the next step to her strength. She's learnt how to strive forward even as her past haunts her mind crawling up her back every passing second. That is until the first 7 people who only ever brought her pain find their way back into her life. She has no way to let go of her past when they come right back to her. The world showed her no mercy in it's ways so why should she. ~~~ I let out a small sigh wanting more of this. I wanted to be held like this whenever I felt broken. Feel the way he puts me back together in his arms. It ate at my heart and I could have sworn I felt a feathery kiss on my head. It was as if he could hear my thoughts and was kissing them away for me. Slowly he lets one hand go, the other staying around me as he brings my chin up to him gently wiping my last tears as more fill my eyes. He sees this and his eyes look... crumbled. If you feel this way then why can't you choose me, Dominic. I shake my head from his hands wishing to step back but he pulls me back to him a pain filled groan leaving him. "Just one more minute. Please." His body shook and I brought him closer, feeling our pain become one. Our hurricanes of minds pull away even for the smallest time letting us stand together as one in each other's embrace. He was it for me. But I wasn't his.

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