Chicago Fire Shay Novels & Stories

My mother sent me to Chicago to marry Marco Ricci. A power move. One meant to cement our family’s control of the city. After all, my grandfather was the one who put the Riccis on the map. They owed us. They were supposed to treat me like royalty. I went to the fanciest jeweler in Chicago to buy my fiancé a gift. But some broad snatched it right from me. Before I could move, the store manager was fawning all over her. “Miss Bianca! A gift from Mr. Ricci? It’s perfect on you!” Marco? My fiancé? So this was his whore. She slid the sapphire ring onto her finger and shot me a look of disgust. “Who the hell do you think you are, bitch? Trying to take what’s mine?” I didn't even look at her. I just called Marco. "Your whore has something of mine. You have three minutes. Get down to the jeweler and handle her."

"This pussy is mine. Don't ever think of running away because you can't" Damien growls Aurora’s life is planned out. She is the niece of the Chicago mafia leader and has been promised in marriage for years. But on her wedding day, dressed in her white gown and on the way to church, her world shatters. Damien, the ruthless leader of the Vegas Mafia family, kidnaps her. Damien wants revenge because the Aurora 's broke the peace between their families, and now he will destroy them. Stealing Aurora, someone the Chicago Mafia family swore to protect, is only the start. Aurora refuses to break. Even in Damien’s dangerous hands, she holds onto her pride, showing him that she won’t bow so easily. But the more Damien tries to crush her spirit, the more he realizes she’s not like anyone he’s faced before. He’s a cruel man on a mission to hurt the her family. She’s a strong woman determined to stand tall against the monster. Two families are at war, and nothing will ever be the same.

BLURB: "She feeds on souls. I deliver the guilty. Somewhere along the way… I stopped knowing which I was." Falling in love was never part of the plan; revenge was everything. Zafira, a seductive and dangerous succubus who feeds on the sins of mankind, lives only to punish the guilty. But when a deeper darkness begins to rise, one even she cannot face alone, she is forced to break her rule of isolation and partner with a human. Cole’s life is destroyed in a single night when he returns home to find his pregnant wife brutally murdered. Devastated and consumed by rage, he vows to uncover the truth and destroy those responsible. When Zafira and Cole cross paths, they form a reluctant alliance; hers born of necessity, his forged in grief. Together, they dive into a hidden world of monsters, corruption, and blood-soaked secrets. But as revenge pulls them deeper into darkness, they must face one truth: vengeance doesn’t just destroy enemies… it changes the ones who wield it. General Warning: 18+ Mature Content | Violence | Dark Themes

My marriage to Dante Moretti shocked everyone. I’ve got a fiery temper and I don’t back down. Three years into our marriage, the entire Chicago underworld knew we were at each other's throats. Except in bed. There, our bodies just fit. The only time we weren't at war was when we were tangled in the sheets, lost in a storm of desperate kisses and raw pleasure. Countless times, he’d tell me he was obsessed with my body, always right as he was sinking into me. I thought it was his way of saying he was falling for me. That all came crashing down at an auction, when he snatched my mother's heirloom from me, only to give it to her—a fragile-looking girl named Ava. That’s when he showed me a cruelty I’d never seen. "It's time for a reality check, Elara," he’d said, his voice cold as ice. "Marrying you, fucking you… it was all just to keep the peace between our families. Ava is the one I want to protect." But the day I finally left Chicago, the day I announced our divorce to the world… That cold, calculating Mafia Don hunted for me like a man possessed.

After her father's death, art restorer Elena Russo discovers his massive gambling debts to a dangerous crime family. Unable to pay, she's forced into an underground auction where she's purchased by none other than Dante Valenti, now Chicago's most feared mafia boss, and the boy she loved twelve years ago, before suddenly being torn away from him.

There's an unwritten rule in the Chicago Outfit. The Don never keeps a mistress for more than a hundred days. When the hundred days are up, the women he’s finished with always take the money and leave quietly. Once, someone asked him, unwilling to accept it: “Why?” Santino Falcone smiled softly.“Because I love my wife.” Everyone knew that his wife of seven years was his weak spot. But this new mistress wouldn’t behave.Emboldened by his favor, she sent me a taunting text message. “Arabella, isn’t your husband cute when he’s asleep in my arms?I’ve got plenty more photos. I can send them to you if you want.” “I’m his one true love. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll step down and give me your place as his wife.” I didn’t argue with her.Instead, I generously gave her my wedding ring. Because what she didn't know was that I had gotten my memory back. I was never the orphan Santino saved. I am the long-lost princess of New York’s most powerful family, missing for seven years. In three days, my brother Matteo’s armored motorcade will arrive in Chicago to take me home.

Amara Hale is a broken soul with an even more broken past. When she moves to Chicago, she hopes to finally forget what she left behind. Upon her arrival, she meets Lucian Moretti, a mafia boss who knows more about her than she thinks. Soon, the two struggle with constant battles of sexual frustration and indecisiveness. What will happen? Will Lucian admit his feelings? Does Amara escape her past?

I spent five years as Dominic Santoro’s wife in name only. Five years hidden behind closed doors, buried under his sheets, erased from his world. When he finally agreed to take me back to Chicago—to stand beside him, to be seen—I thought I had won. I bought a new dress. Soft. Elegant. Worthy of a Don’s woman. The night before we left, he looked at me through the mirror and said calmly, “Take the makeup off. Change into pants.” I asked why. He adjusted his cufflinks like I was nothing more than background noise. “Juliana Lancaster is back. Tonight is our engagement.” Russian Bratva. Lancaster blood. A marriage alliance. Seeing my silence, he laughed—careless, cruel. “What’s with that look? Didn’t we agree on this when we married? Brotherhood. Loyalty. No love.” Then he turned, eyes sharp and mocking. “Victoria Miller… you didn’t actually fall in love with me, did you?” I stood there, frozen. Because inside the inner pocket of his tailored suit— was my pregnancy report. And the Don of Chicago had no idea the woman he was about to sacrifice was carrying his heir.

Blurb _“Rejecting the most powerful boy in school was my first mistake… surviving his obsession might be my last.”_ Isabella has spent years hiding the truth behind quiet smiles and long sleeves. At home, her older brother Victor controls every part of her life with fear and violence, leaving her with scars no one else can see. Transferring to Ravenwood High was supposed to be her escape. Instead, it becomes the beginning of something far more dangerous. When Nate, the school’s powerful and ruthless king, sets his sights on her, Isabella becomes the center of an obsession she cannot escape. Nate believes she belongs to him. But Jacey, Nate’s mysterious rival, sees something different in Isabella...someone worth protecting. As Nate’s obsession grows darker and Jacey’s hidden world begins pulling Isabella deeper into danger, the secrets she tried so hard to bury begin to surface. And when the truth about the abuse she has suffered finally comes out, Isabella realizes that surviving her past may only be the beginning of her fight. Because in a world where love can become possession… And protection can hide dangerous secrets… Isabella must decide who she can truly trust. Before her scars destroy everything. Trapped between obsession and protection, Isabella must face the truth about her past before it destroys her future. Because some scars never heal. And some people will burn the world down just to own you.

Some debts burn. This one will ignite. A choice stands in front of her: the vengeance that has kept her alive, or the cursed boy collapsing under his family's crimes. She is bound to him by a strange magic neither can explain. And they are hunted... by a would-be bride who murdered her own flesh and blood to possess him. The only thread between them? Late-night rides and a frozen rink. She is the final ember of a slaughtered bloodline. For eleven years, she has buried her true nature, starved her gifts, and shaped herself into a blade. Her mission: slip into the enemy's fortress school and end the wolf-blood heir whose ancestors burned hers alive. But when a crash leaves her barely breathing, and he's the one who catches her, the boy she swore to destroy becomes the only warmth she's ever known. "I walked in to end him. Now I'm the only one who can keep him breathing."