Chicago Fire Fanfiction Novels & Stories

she says at last. Adrian blinks, caught between confusion and dawning realization. AUTHORS NOTE: The fire has only just begun, and every chapter from here will strike harder, deeper, merciless. I need your comments, your raw reasons, your reviews to push this story higher. The heat is rising, the storm’s about to break—crave it, beg for it, breathe it.

“You’re dating, in general. You used to teach us how to slit throats in three seconds and now you’re cuddling on a couch.” Ilana snorted. “If you don’t stop discussing my love life,” Vincent began slowly, leaning forward. “I will hurt you, Charlie.” Charlie shuddered, looked at Ilana, then Calix with wide eyes that clearly said ‘this is what I’m talking about.’ Then he leaned towards Ilana and dropped his voice to a whisper. “It’s like watching your father date.” Ilana nodded solemnly. “I know. As I said, gross.” “Can we go back to the man who burned bodies?” Calix asked wearily.

Any hope of escaping through the front door had been completely extinguished. Smoke billowed thickly as I retreated to the bathroom, closed the door, and curled up helplessly in a corner. The fire scorched the walls, the air so hot that I struggled to breathe. I sent Daniel one last text before I could no longer move. "Farewell. I wish you a happy life together." Then, I shut my eyes, waiting for death's embrace. As everything went hazy, I knew there was no chance of making it out alive. …

Door 6 Chloe and Hunter tore open the envelope. “I burn without hands; I consume without teeth; I dance and die with every breeze.” Hunter frowned. “Fire?” The door clicked open. Chloe rolled her eyes and shoved him playfully. “Lucky guess.” They were led back, Chloe mumbled something about him being useless without her. Door 4

Zydan asked, his eyes locked onto my every move. “What does that have to do with anything?” I asked and attempted to move around Zydan, but Arielle circled Zydan, avoiding me. “Now, move out of the way so I can deal with her.” “It has to do with everything. Please answer me.” Zydan pleaded, turning around to keep his sights on me. I was getting frustrated, so I stopped to deal with Zydan first. “Fine,” I groaned. Yes, I was in a fire six years ago. It was an old newspaper mill. Why?”

Drake ft Giveon ~ Chicago freestyle Don't be a silent reader 😊 let me know your thoughts on this chapter. Thank you. My ears begin to ring with the way the girls chatter carelessly like wild parrots. Each one of them throws one stupid question after another. They make side remarks at Davinia in her absence. Their mother makes no move to caution them neither did their dad. I know now that Davinia can hold her ground against them but their chattering burns deep in my drums. With the front they put up when I first got in, one would think they're well cultured and mannered but it was all a facade. They are nothing but ungrateful brats that don't know just when to shut it.

And as the snow began to fall softly around us — the first flakes of another Chicago winter — I closed my eyes and breathed in the man I had loved through hell and back. This was it. This was everything. **The End**

I look at the other side of the yard near the bonfire where she's standing with Sam and some other girl whose name is Suzie, nobody dares to go near her unless they want their heads ripped off by her brother and his friends, she has a mafia title rumor hanging above her head, the American Mafia, located in new york, no one has been able to prove it's existence though. I turn my head to Michael who's saying something to me and when I'm back at staring at Kim, I find her eyes already on me. When the fire crackles and embers float in the air, the orange hue bathes her skin and I make a mental note to fuck her right there when everyone is gone, I text her. Me: You'd look perfect underneath me wi

His arm was stuck around my waist while he kept his other hand busy tugging my nipple. He kissed my shoulder. “Are you still afraid?” I knew he was referring to the fire. I emptied the cup of hot chocolate he prepared for me a while ago along with a slice of cheese cake. I put it down the rug and stared at the fire. In the city, I couldn’t even endure the fire from a lighter. And to think it was so small. But back then, it was enough to crush my defenses, no matter where I was or who I was with.

Why do you want to know about the night of the fire? ‘Its actually not for me, ’she said, amazed once more how easily a lie could roll off of her lips. ’Its for a friend of mine, I’m helping her with a project. She has taken an interest in the fire and believes it pertains to the article she’s writing.’ She glanced up, and saw Eli roll his eyes, while a sardonic grin played at his lips. Great Faye, she thought, now you’re lying to a man of the cloth. That had to be worth another 100 years in hell.