A Slice Of Chicago Romance Novels & Stories

"Nanny, please. Don’t remind me. I’m trying to forget that ever happened." "Forget? Oh no, my dear. You can't forget something like that. This is fate, darling! You slept with him, and now he’s your boss? You couldn't write a better romance novel if you tried!" she exclaims, practically bouncing in her seat. I stab at my food. "This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself."

“Are you… headed to a hotel tonight? Or flying back to New York?” Lorenzo paused, his fork halfway to his mouth. A slow, knowing smirk spread across his face, his eyes flicking to the blush I could feel heating my cheeks. He’d caught my train of thought. He finished the bite, drawing my gaze to his mouth. A flash of memory—the terrace, his lips on mine, the dizzying sensation of falling—shot through me, making my breath hitch. “I live in Chicago now,” he said simply, as if commenting on the weather.

Soft music played from hidden speakers, candles flickered on a table set for two, and the view of the city sprawling out around us was breathtaking. "How did you..." I trailed off, overwhelmed by the romance of it all. "I have my ways." He guided me to my seat, ever the gentleman. "I wanted tonight to be special." Dinner was exquisite—each course perfectly prepared, each wine pairing thoughtful and delicious. But I barely tasted the food, too caught up in Damien's presence, in the way he watched me with such intense focus, such clear adoration. As the wheel slowly rotated, giving us an ever-changing view of Chicago lit up against the night sky, Damien reached across the table to take my hand

Where the fuck was she then? I walked over to the TV and turned it on. "There was a shocking accident on North Michigan Avenue this evening. A young woman was seen getting removed from her vehicle after impact by a man in a black ski mask. She was clutching her abdomen and stumbled as she walked. Video surveillance shows that she was injected with something before the man drove off. If you know this woman or her whereabouts please contact the Chicago Police Department. Thank you." Oh my God. She was set up.

Even if he tired, he couldn’t go anywhere near her, let alone touch her. I ordered a glass of champagne as I got comfortable on the bar stool. This place was good, with trendy, cool I*******m pictures worth decoration. Some magazine listed this place as one of the popular places in Chicago restaurants among both youth and family last year. Half of the place was a bar area, while the other half was a family dinner.

He had only wanted to get my attention by being with her, but now he had caused irreparable damage. He couldn't meet my eyes, couldn't admit to his mistake. Instead, he placed all the blame on Darcy. Felix kicked Darcy to the ground and used a knife to ruin her face, making her suffer through everything I had endured. The excruciating pain shattered Darcy's dreams of marrying into a wealthy family. She screamed, begging for mercy.

But however, it seems like things aren’t going so smoothly. My head was more blanked-out than ever, I don’t know how I left Juicy Punch, how I finished the juice, how I went to Coffee Bloom to get Jamie’s favorite breakfast for him, and even how I ended up at my coffee table in Jamie’s office. All I know is that when I look into the window, I see the scenery of the night by the Chicago River, where next to it under the blessing of the lights, Jamie and I kissed… I bet I would think that I am smiling like an idiot right now if I look at my own reflection, I just hope those people who see me from this window won’t think that I am cursed.

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

-0-0-0- Diane is in a restaurant in Chicago, wearing a dress suit, as if she had an appointment done, but she is now having dinner with her husband, two years ago Kurt and Diane were married, Diane also did not feel anything special in her life, until she met her husband, which makes her life special and perfect, Kurt gets his work temporary transfer to Chicago, he do it also to take care of his dad in there. She will do anything to maintain their relationship. Kurt came with a box in his hand, he was very happy to hear from Diane in New York a month ago that she’s pregnant, Kurt was also surprised Diane was in Chicago today, so he prepared a special dinner by giving this gift to her, he wan

And this reminded me of the book – the Sicilian Obsession – where Luca took Julia to an inconspicuous restaurant, where he first showed her how gentle he could be. Hold on, I froze. Did Detroit come here thinking I'd like it? Moreover, the chapter was a page I folded, and a fantasy I had for my first date – dining in a place that was filled with love and good food, instead of 5 Star chef nonsense, luxury, and emptiness. My ears heated up. If I were a little furry animal, my ears would have folded by now. The hostess greeted us with a polite smile. “Reservation for two?” “West,” Detroit said. “Private booth.”