Chicago Fire Shay Novels & Stories

Saying those last words Ronald put the gun on his head and said,"I am sorry for all the pain I caused you" "NO RONALD DON'T!",Sam shouted but Ronald didn't listen. He fired himself. Ronald Ross Lucas fired himself.

SHAYLA'S P.O.V All my memories were on fire, on literal fire, and there was nothing I could do about it. The house in which Farhan and I grew up in Mumbai, was on fire. And most importantly, I had no clue if Bryan was okay. My memories were on flames and all I could do was watch and wait for someone to extinguish it. "Everything will be fine," Baba said, cocking his head at me as I frantically tried to wipe at my tears. There was a pause. Then he asked,"Are you crying, Shayla?"

he hissed, bending his head closer. "Wrong move," I growled, shooting my hand up to grasp his wrist, channeling intense heat into his bones. "Now!" I yelled at my dad as I dropped the walls, forcing the last of my fire's reserves into the man's bloodstream. I let my own power surge into him at the same time, stealing what remained of his life while the fire literally cooked him from the inside.

He said, knowing very well his men on the other side will delete it in the next second, Kadir threw a bit of petrol on the camera as well and walked out of the room before he turned around and lit a lighter. “NOoooo!” her scream echoed in the whole place but there was no one to help her. Shania Khan was going to die this way. Kadir dropped the lighter on the ground within a second the petrol caught fire. Shazia looked around crawling. She has to get out of there otherwise they would burn her alive. The system would not let her live nor die. The fire spread in the room within seconds as a smile made its way to his lips, “Khuda hafiz,” (goodbye) walking away he did not even once flinch as the

He rolled the cyclender in their direction before shooting at it; the flames evapourated the place and Kabir flew away. Rajeev came forward as they overcame the fire; Shayra and Yash were missing and there was a pathway in that kitchen, a big damn one. . Kabir’s P. O. V. Wrapping the bandage on my neck I looked over at Zoya or Shayra what should I call her and her stupid husband, Yash Kapoor who was once in the Mafia. But left it all, all the power he had or he could have had because he wanted a clean name, better life.

°°° Shay got off the bus about a hour ago, she didn't know where she'll be spending the night and she didn't just wanted to showed up at Mr Hyin house after he told her tomorrow. She walked over to the park and purchased a corn dog with a sprite soda and sit in the park figuring out her next step. Shay finished off her meal and sit looking out of space, her mind was on Skai and what would happen to her while she's not there. She knew Silvia will take care of her but that's just not enough. She was so lost in her thoughts she didn't even saw how dark the place was getting and everyone was leaving the park. "Excuse me Miss, can I have the time please?" Shay said to a lady passing by.

But Chicago loomed now, a specter threatening to unravel it all. I stared at the city, its skyline a patchwork of glass and green, the Space Needle a distant pinprick. Shawn’s voice, his charm, had stirred something—laughter, a blush, a spark I hadn’t felt in years. But his request was a gamble, a step into a past I’d sealed shut.

“You’ve got some nerve to say that to me now. You lied to me and gave me false hope. All those lies—for what? To get information?” “And why would I get information from you? Do you even know what really happened with the fire in my condo back then?” Chase shot back. Shiela froze, still burning with rage. She took a deep breath as the man she had called earlier finally arrived. He was panting, clearly having run a long way to reach the location. She gave him a faint smile and turned her attention back to the person on the phone. “I’m sure you won’t report this to the police. Everyone thinks my sister is dead, so no one would believe you. We’ll talk again, Chase Grey.”

To be precise, it was Simon who had smashed open my front door with his men and slaughtered their way through. Sally, Serena McFadden, and the rest of my crew had died from stray bullets. I had broken down, screaming again and again, "I didn't hurt her!" Simon had ignored me and coldly pressed a button in his hand. With a deafening boom, the three core armories I had bled to build were gone in an instant. In this life, I didn't want him anymore, and I wouldn't hurt Giara. I just wanted everyone to live.

Fabian stood at the podium, his expression serious. "Based on the complete records from the Firefighting Technology Institute's black box and the investigation team's in-depth inquiry, the facts are clear, and the evidence is conclusive. Former Special Operations Team One leader Leah Sawyer, in the course of a rescue operation, deliberately swapped firefighter Cedric Simmons' life-saving equipment to cover for team member Roderick Wyndham. After Cedric encountered danger, she maliciously obstructed and abandoned his rescue. Her actions constitute a dereliction of duty and attempted manslaughter."