Novel & Cerita Chicago Fire Fanfiction

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And now they were fighting over simple ice cream. Jack wanted chocolate lava with vanilla. And Daniel bought strawberry and pistachio for himself and now they were fighting to taste each other's ice creams, a perfect example of boyfriends in love. Or that’s how Mason and Wyatt saw it. "He really fell for the Bitch". Wyatt spat in anger and disdain. "Who won’t if it’s the Jack Charles. Damnnn. I still get hard just by thinking about him. I want to put my hands all over him. Watching the magic of his lips on my cock. Shitt". Mason licked his lips in most lustful way ever.

I wasn't even able to open my eyes before he was off of me, his voice heavy with lust and tight with frustration as he answered. “How long?” Was his only question before ending the call and I stared at him. “What is it?” I somehow managed through shaking lips and heavy eyes. I found it hard to focus on the way his mouth glistened with me and how he absentmindedly licked my taste between the call and answering me. “Your father has taken to arson…he went after some of my businesses here in Chicago…” “So it's not safe here?” I asked with exhaustion. “Nobody will get close to you like that again, Maree…” He kissed me softly before helping me stand.

Not to make it more weird for Brenda who was staring at me, I shut out my wolf and touch her, this is to show how much I love and care about you, I gently turn her head and my lips found the sweetest spot where I was going to lay mark, she cling unto me as I buried my teeth into her neck, her scream of pain jolt me back into reality and I discovered I can't mark her except if I reject Rose "Jasper, am burning, what is wrong with me" I can't tell her it's my fault, I just quickly mind link the pack doctor that he was needed "I don't know, but the pack doctor will soon be here"

“Thanks for coming, Zane. I need your help.” His eyebrows lifted slightly, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Help? From me? That’s strange.” He leaned back, crossing his arms. “What’s this about?” I took a breath, keeping Lisa’s warning about my temper in mind. “The fire at the Chicago branch. I’m trying to find out who was behind it. Lisa said you might know something. Someone who could point me in the right direction.” Zane’s smirk faded, his eyes narrowing. “Lisa sent you, huh? Figures she’d drag me into this.”

“Who else. The Outfit. Alfonso’s retaliation for burning down his massage parlor. I think they are sending us a message.” I nod, understanding. This is a warning, a reminder of the power struggle happening beneath the surface of Chicago’s criminal underworld. The man next to Misha is still ranting and raving in rapid-fire Russian, his voice laced with anger and frustration., but I barely hear him. My attention is fixed on the flames, watching as they consume everything in their path. The fire department and police are now joined by a growing crowd of onlookers, gawking at the spectacle.

- I'm not sure how this will happen, but I'll try. - Control your dragam – and Zog is silenced again. When the woman leaves, Sophia gets up and energy starts to come out of her. - Vampires think kitsunes are all the same, but they're wrong. I'm a Kasai kitsune. A fire fox. Flames came out of the girl's body. - If heat frees your human mind, I will help you. She grabs Lucifron's head and makes her flames engulf his head. Zog finds himself surrounded by fire that was not his own, but which he can control.

Every second felt like a fuse hissing toward something I already knew was gone. By the time we reached the docks, I could see the smoke curling above the harbor before we even turned the corner. The warehouse was a fucking inferno. Flames poured from the roof, steel groaned. Something inside collapsed with a crash that echoed across the water. Ash snowed from the sky. Red and orange glowed through the twisted steel skeleton of what used to be the biggest stash on this side of Chicago. I stepped out of the car and into hell.

As my brother and I risked our lives in the flames, she didn't lift a finger. That fire nearly killed Salvatore and me. His left arm was badly burned, the muscle damaged. And that fire left me with a ghost in my lungs: phantosmia. Whenever I'm under extreme stress, I smell smoke that isn't there. Only I knew the agony of waking up in the middle of the night, choking for air. But Chiara, with that faint scar on her cheek, had stolen the credit we'd paid for in blood. I never dreamed Raphael would condemn us to hell over a debt that was a lie.

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.