Books Set In Chicago Novels & Stories

A moment later, Chicago zigzagged her way to the elderly woman. These days, Grandma Solomon was fairly spirited even though she was confused. Seeing Chicago, she smiled kindly. Chicago's large eyes sparkled as she looked at her, then at the fairy tale book resting on her lap. "Do you like this story book too?" Chicago asked with bright eyes. Grandma Solomon didn't hear well and thought the child wanted the book, so she shakily picked it up and handed it over, "Here..." Charles stepped forward, "Thank you, Grandma, but we don't need it."

The way you settle somewhere you intend to stay for a while. The water began to boil. Outside the December dark had come down fully over Chicago — the specific winter dark that pressed against windows and made lit interiors feel like something worth having. The lamp on the desk threw its warm circle. The bookshelf stood full and organized and mine. The research notes waited.

The following evening, Izzy sat in the penthouse’s living room, staring absently at the skyline. The city lights twinkled against the dark, sprawling expanse of Chicago, a glittering sea of distractions that mirrored the chaos in her mind. The file she’d found in Liam’s office haunted her thoughts, the suspicions it stirred refusing to let her rest.

Tony Sabatini… “Hey, do you want to go to Gillam’s for book buying and an early, or even better a later dinner?” Gillam’s is a shopping plaza in an old-school tiny strip mall of four businesses. There’s a store that had joined two of the stores into one for anime lovers to get manga new and old, as well as a huge selection of gear. There’s a coffee shop on one side of it and a sushi place on the other. It was a place we went often. Although we never told our mom as it’s in the Rogers Park area, south of Evanston. The last neighborhood for Chicago proper on the east side, right up against Lake Michigan. And the last neighborhood to be rehabbed. We never went after dark because the one time we

JEFF Note, the words in her diary are boldly italized. ~ Dear Diary, I was always the type that had my nose buried in any of the latest books back then, to some people it seemed cool -the way i stood away from the assembly, or the way i restrained from having friends. Today, Friday the thirteenth of March, 2019 I had moved to Chicago, Illinois in the hope that things might be better, not because i had have a troubled past, it was just a chance for a fresh start.

There were no stars in the sky due to the heavy glare of the financial district, but there were so many lit-up buildings surrounding the triplex that it felt like I was floating right in the middle of them. I took another sip of the champagne, feeling my body soften. For the first time in eighteen years, no male voice was barking orders in my ear. I raised the bottle toward the mirrored high-rises, laughing softly at my own misery. If Damian Vance wanted a prisoner crying in the corners, he was going to have to deal with a drunk wasting his luxury stock. I clinked the base against the marble, brought the drink to my mouth once more, and let the alcohol burn away the rest of my judgment as ni

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

We were at war. Just the thought of it was outrageous. While growing up in the Chicago area, I’d never even been in the vicinity of a gang rumble, let alone anything else. Now, after only a few months of leaving an area that ranked in the top twenty-five cities for crime in the USA and moving to what appeared to be a sleepy mountain hamlet wedged between small town USA and a city that was barely large enough to claim the title, not only was I at war, but I was at war with werewolves whose savageness was something the Chicago gangs couldn’t fathom. It was all too surreal.

And with that, they set off into the depths of the city, their fate intertwined in ways they could never have imagined. As they navigated the labyrinthine streets of Chicago, Antonio led Amari through the maze of alleys and backstreets, each step bringing them closer to the heart of darkness he had alluded to. The city seemed to pulse with a life of its own, its streets teeming with activity even as the shadows whispered secrets that sent shivers down Amari's spine.

Chapter 7: Olive's POV I'd found a reasonable place to have coffee not long after, tucked into a corner of the hotel café, nursing lukewarm coffee and debating whether my life had always been this much of a trainwreck or if it was a recent development. Spoiler: It was recent. Three days in Chicago, and I'd already been mistaken for a creative director, cornered by the hottest hockey player alive, offered some mysterious deal I'd been smart enough to refuse, and spent every waking moment trying not to think about said hockey player's bare chest and wet dreams.