Novel & Cerita Chicago Fire Fanfiction

I fought to control the car, spinning through flames and smoke, gripping the wheel with every ounce of strength. After what felt like forever, no rescue came. Only Thomas’ mocking voice, saying, “So, what now, babe? All the nearest rescue teams ran. They’re pulling the fire brigade from the city. “Even then, it’ll be at least half an hour. Might as well… keep racing? “Go for it. We’re all waiting to watch you cross the finish line.”

"Just stand there like a good little girl and quietly wait for the fire to eat your flesh!" "Charis, open this gate!" I plead, my heart going incredibly fast as I twist the doorknob over and over. "The roof is about to collapse on our heads! You will die out there too!" "Your soul deserves this painful death!" Charis sneers, her eyes filled with absolute, pure hatred as the flames dance behind her shoulders. "You are the monster who started this fire, aren't you?" my tongue demands, my throat feeling completely dry and parched from the heavy smoke. "The alpha pack council will hunt you down for this crime!"

A.N. – Thank you all for your dedication to Fire and Ice, the story from here on out will include chapters from the POV of both Roman and Amber, the next few chapters will be Ambers entirely as we get to know her better and finally learn all about what has been going on between her and the Beta, but don’t worry, we haven’t heard the last of Tristan and Cali just yet. I hope you enjoy, L.M.Nokes xx Amber

I twist his doorknob and push the door open only to immediately stop in my tracks at the sight that meets my eyes. Oh my goodness. This can't be happening. "Oh my god" I say with an appalled tone of voice My best friend jumps off of my boyfriend at the sound of my voice with a shocked facial expression. No. Please, tell me that this isn't happening. "Hanna, this isn't what it looks like" Chadley tries to defend as he stands up with an obvious tent in his pants I glance over at my best friend only to see her trying but failing to cover her body with his blanket, the same blanket I slept under one night when my parents and I were fighting.

But I would keep chiseling at the foundation until even her shadows cracked. She would learn that defiance had a cost. And this time, no one would come to save her. I didn’t sleep that night. The fire had left a scar beneath my skin that no time, no war, no empire of wolves could ever cauterize. Some nights, like this one, it returned in the form of smoke behind my eyes and screams echoing behind my heartbeat. I saw my brother’s hands reaching through the flames. I saw the Carrington crest burned into the wall behind him.

Part of the gray ceiling already collapsed—right where she was curling minutes ago. Sasha’s eyes widened. Now the one above her is also threatening to crush her to smithereens. Not to mention the fire inside— Fire. The bright, orange element that once used to chase away the darkness. The fire that she had stared in the fireplace in her bedroom’s apartment. Fire, the very name of her pack: the Fire Moon Pack, is now challenging her to death. To devour her alive, in flesh and blood and soul. This is the dream. She swore that the fireplace she stared at was never a dream. She’s sleeping in her bed with a canopy and gilded frame now, perhaps also thrashing against the sheets as her sweat-slicked

The cabin echoed with our cries, the fire crackling, as they marked me with their mouths, leaving me spent but craving. Chapter Three – Unbridled Ecstasy The firelight danced across the cabin walls, the night deepening, but the passion between us burned brighter, a wildfire consuming all restraint. My body was a canvas of their desire—bruises on my thighs, bite marks on my breasts, pussy and ass stretched from their relentless assault—yet the hunger raged. They loomed over me, the auburn one’s eyes glinting, the curvy one’s lips curved in a wicked smile.

Olivia's Pov Chicago was supposed to save me. The cold air when we stepped off the plane, the skyline flashing silver in the sun, the comfort of routine. I thought if I buried myself in work, if I forced myself into the rhythm of schedules and charts, I could erase what happened in Vegas. Erase the heat of his mouth. Erase the burn of his hands. Erase the memory of almost giving him everything. But I couldn’t erase the truth. I wanted him.

Outside, the wind howled, the window rattled. She hated how empty her space felt without his voice—even if it was just a growl in her ear. She hated that someone else—Fox—was starting to sound like him. Or worse… that they were blending together in her head. Part V – A Story Posted Too Soon That night, she logged in to her story-sharing site, the one where Domica whispered fantasies for her followers to devour. She hadn’t posted in weeks. Until now. She uploaded one called: “The Fox and the Fire.”

Chapter 11: Rivalry And Hate RYAN’S POV I pushed through the heavy door of The Rusty Anchor, a dive bar on the edge of Chicago’s south side, the stench of stale beer and cigarette smoke hitting me like a wave. The dim lights flickered overhead, casting shadows on the cracked wooden floor, the jukebox in the corner playing some mournful country tune that grated on my nerves.