Romans & histoires Chicago Fire Brett And Casey Fanfiction

“You’ve got the music. Adrian’s got the law. Alex has the empire. Mya’s building something real. And me?” “You’re the one who’d step in front of a bullet without thinking,” Cameron said simply. Casey laughed, short and humorless. “Exactly. Useful only when things go wrong.” They stood in silence for a moment. Inside, someone clinked a glass. Another toast. Cameron nudged him with his shoulder. “Don’t spiral tonight.” “I’m not spiraling.” “You’re on the edge of it,” Cameron said. “That’s worse.” Casey pushed off the railing. “I’m going to get some air.”

He lies, promises fake futures, and when he gets bored, he throws them away. Lisa doesn’t see it. And why would she? She looks at the world like it’s not out to get her. She could make any man fall for her, especially someone pathetic enough to rely on flattery like Brooke. But he isn’t getting near her. Not when I’m in the picture. If I can’t have her, no one will. Call me a selfish bastard, I don’t care. I wear that title like a crown. Then came the moment I could get the reason to fire her. She stared at me with fire in her eyes. Not fear. Not submission. Fire.

Now that I was at the end of my life, all I wanted was to see our mother once more, even if it was only a faded photograph on a tombstone. Casey stopped in the doorway for a few seconds, but he did not turn around. His voice was cold and distant. “Come ask me again when you’ve severed all ties with Charles and Luke.” I opened my mouth to plead further, but he was already gone. I tried to get up to chase after him, but my legs were weak once more. Since I was diagnosed with Neurogenic Wolf Spirit Atrophy, I had endured this a few times before but never as severely as now.

like. 'A friend? A cool guy next door? Or...' "An older bro." "What?" Adam asked when he thought I said something to him when I was only talking to myself. "N-Nothing," I explained while waving my hands mid-air. He eyed me oddly then slowly turned his head to Chandler. "Brett is running late," he said with a sigh. "A fire broke out in East Avenue. Maybe, just like us, he was trapped in the traffic," Chandler answered while uncrossing his legs and alternating them with the other one.

' The word made Cassie's already rosy cheeks flush red. 'That is not what I meant...' Cassie struggled to free herself. However, her grip tightened. 'Cassie, do you want to do something else with me?' Cassie was stunned. She couldn't imagine what Javen meant. Javen gulped slightly. The unmistakable sound of him swallowing water made people let their imaginations run wild. 'How about this? Let's put everything aside first, and I'll take you to Chicago tomorrow.' 'Why should we go to Chicago? Should we go to watch them shoot?'

I want to say no, I don't want to wriggle underneath his weight and beg him to fuck my brains out, I want to be the girl I was, I want to hate him, but I cant let this go. "Ye-" The door bursts open in that moment and laughing Casey walks in with Dwayne, her eyes seemed to bulge as she gazes in the two semi naked us. "What's going on here?" She asks quizzically Oh shit.

“You don’t think that’s what I wanted to do? Bro, she got drunk that first night and basically threw herself at me.” “Did you consider using the word ‘no’?” He lowered his gaze to the floor. “Look, I fucked up, okay? But I’m going to fix it.” “What are you doing?” I asked a teary-eyed Casey as she pulled her suitcase down the stairs with more aggression than was necessary. Bryon turned to face her. “Casey, what…?” “I’m getting out of the hair of your perfect family. Screw both of you.”

Everyone was watching as the fire fighters battled against the burning building. Cassie was too far gone to even notice the police vehicles and fire trucks parked in front of her apartment. In fact, she was heading straight for burning building. “Cassie, no!” Ledger yelled, catching her just before she could cross the safety barrier. “You can’t go in there!” “But everything’s in there!” Her voice cracked as she struggled against him. “My clothes, my paper files, my books… Oh, God… My hard drive! Ledger, please…!”

Jake breathed, his chest heaving ever so slightly. My hands gripped the edge of the sofa, panting. I was holding back. felt combusting but I was holding back. I couldn’t understand myself. “Jake, please,” I whimpered. I felt so hot. “Come here, little Cassie. Sit on my lap,” Conrad ordered, and my eyes widened in surprise. I hesitated for a moment, glancing at Jake to see his reaction. He nodded to my surprise, a devilish smile playing on his lips.

He watched them walk out of McNally's, anger seething through him. Tonight, instead of sitting in a corner, he'd accepted an invitation to join a few of the firemen he knew casually. He wanted to be closer to her and that jackass cop she seemed to be so hung up on. He wondered how she'd feel if someone ran over the man, or better yet, burned his house down. Of course, that wouldn't work since he lived in an apartment, but the idea was intriguing.