A Slice Of Chicago Romance Novels & Stories

She is smiling again, looking more innocent than ever. She is indeed beautiful. If only she hadn't pulled that stunt yesterday at the party, maybe I would have been praised much longer for marrying such a beauty. I take my eyes off her and halt instantly when my eyes meet with Vicenzo who is some meters away, watching Jasmine and I make an appearance. I should have known he would be here. Vicenzo owns Chicago. We are rivals. We only meet on occasions like this. I want to excuse myself from her so I can have a word with him. We pretend to be good but deep down, I know we are enemies. We don't like each other. I don't carry out any businesses in his territory and he doesn't do the same here in

Here, we could let our hair down, sip our drinks, chit-chat, be girls, and watch the foolery that surrounded us; nights like these were why I enjoyed Chicago the most. There was an adverse crowd of people that were all enjoying the humid night air while sipping their drinks in the lanes of this normally residential street. Some men were cruising back and forth in their show cars with half naked women on the hoods, doing tricks at the halfway point of the street, others were trying to pick up women, some stood behind their cars trying to discreetly gamble, while others simply conversed amongst one another relishing the company. Although Chicago can be fast and often labeled a violent and cold

“Are you hungry?” “Starving.” “I assumed so. We can get the famous Chicago pizza you like. Oh! Or try fried rice with cheese. What are you in the mood for?” “Other than you? Pizza.” “I knew it. And good, because I made us a reservation.” * I grab my lemonade, sliding it in front of me, and take a drink. Even with the wind, the walk from the hotel to the restaurant was a warm one. I’m sitting across from Archer, and we’re waiting on our pizza to come. Neither of us has said much, and the conversation ceased halfway here.

Picking up a pair of chopsticks, she deftly held a piece of siu mai in between the chopsticks and dipped it in spicy sauce. "Excusez-moi? We're part human, you know." Jughead replied, clutching his heart, feigning a wounded expression. Annabelle shook her head and chuckled, "No, I was talking about Romeo." Her head tilted meaningfully at Chucky, who was waiting patiently for Roman to unbox his breakfast and put it on his plate. "Romeo’s not having dim sum. He's having steak." Roman chimed, placing a medium rare steak on the wolf's plate.

’ Christopher thought and was feeling so frustrated because Chichi was not believing him. Christopher leaned closer on her face. Chichi’s eyes widened and gulped. ‘Why is he doing this?’ Chichi thought. That action made her heart flutter and she could even hear her fast and loud heartbeat. Christopher stared into her eyes fiercely and held her back with his hand. “Do you want me to prove it to you?” Christopher asked Chichi. Chichi was feeling some butterflies in her stomach, for her, that was a romantic scene. ‘He is so handsome.’ Chichi thought while looking at his handsome face. But she refused to be carried away and then just looked away.

The kind of beauty born from destruction exuded a fatal allure. As Hannah was about to speak, her eyes widened, and she shouted, "Watch out!" She straightened up, reaching out to pull Diana. However, Diana had stepped back to find the right angle for a photo earlier. Their distance was too great, and Hanah couldn't grab her in time. All she could do was watch as Jake, face twisted with resentment, got a knife from somewhere and stabbed it directly toward Diana's back. Diana widened her eyes, turning her head to look backward.

Chicago said seriously. That made sense, Wendy marveled at the insight that she hadn't considered. "So, what should we do?" Wendy asked. Looking at her, Chicago said, "Wendy, I'm sorry. I love you, I don't want to hurt you, but the situation is urgent!" Chicago said. Wendy's hairs stood on end. Uh oh, it felt like something terrible was about to happen! "Remember when you fell and pushed me into the pool?" Chicago continued, "I almost drowned..."

he asked. Turning my back to him while I continued prepping for dinner “not at all.” The conversation shifted and we talked about work and clients while we moved our way around the kitchen. He helped me chop the vegetables while I cleaned the meat. There was a loud vibration from Liam’s phone which he muted and ignored. “How long have you been living in Chicago?” He asked. “I lived in Chicago a few years ago before moving to New York, but I just moved back here three months ago.” “Why did you move back here?” He asked to clean his hands with the kitchen towel.

As expected, he was KO’ed on the floor. He falls beside her, totally unconscious. Rio quickly kicks the butcher knife away, which as for her opinion belongs to her kitchen. “This thief.” She panted. Sweat trickled on her forehead, perhaps it was brought by the terror she felt ingoing earlier. How could she not be terrified? It was beyond the horrors she was struggling to with, but what she couldn’t comprehend was why did this man try to kill her? It doesn’t make sense. Had Chicago pay for her head, because of what she had done? That’s ridiculous. She knew Chicago wouldn’t pay a penny. He loves his money more than anything on this world. It means his fortune, it was more than a partner he cou

Something was off with him. The door opened and the same attendant walked into the office with a large tray with slices of cakes and glasses of water. I watched as she dropped the tray on the round coffee table before us and left afterward. The cake slices looked delicious sitting on their tiny saucers, from the chocolate to the vanilla slices. The lovely smell of the cake made my mouth water. “Let’s try this one,” Anthony said while picking up the chocolate cake slice. With the little spoon beside it, he took a scoop out of it and faced me with it. I blinked at the spoon in my face then looked him in his eyes. He cocked his head sideways, giving me a smile.