Chicago Fire Shay Novels & Stories

I groaned from the pain and my head collided with the railing as I threw it back. “Remember this Seph. The life you are living now is constantly surrounded my fire. We stand amidst of it. Getting burned is not an option for you now. Take every step with caution.” He carried on with his task. Then the pain stopped. And he even had the audacity to say “Shh. It’s over” A quiver escaped my lips as finally, the torment ended. He put something cold on it and then wrapped it. My breathing was a mess by now and also my nerves.

He turns, raising his hands as he sends a blast of fire at the door, and I quickly move away as they slam shut. Fire still makes me uneasy… I glance back at him to see him standing there, facing me as he unzips his pants and I realise he’s about to undress right in front of me… ‘Yes! We will now see The Lollipop…’ Shayara inputs excitedly. ‘You wish.’ I’m about to turn away but she suddenly surges forward and I’m not expecting it… and to my horror, I feel myself losing control before I’m thrown to the back of my mind and Shayara takes control…

he said lowly after a few seconds of silence and I almost gouged my eyes out in shock "What ? Take me out ?no I don't think that would be possible sir ,I don't even know you or your name "I said bit loudly "Oh sorry ,my name is Shaurya but you can call me Sammy and why not ?" He asked , furrowing his brows at me "It's simple..I don't know you sir ,so why would I go out with you ?"

Alex asked without looking up from the file. "A convict escaped from the Shankshaw prison," the officer said. "What?!" Alex yelled. He stood up immediately. "Can you tell me the charges of the conviction?" He asked. "Yes sir, he was convicted based on the charges of murder and kidnapping," the man replied. Alex sat down. He was thinking deeply. A body found in the Raven Forest, a strange woman with a bloodstained shirt and now a convict broke out of prison. The chances that they were all related to the same crime is very high. First, he needs to protect the children.

Getting attached leads to hurting the ones you love and I could never let that happen again. I waltz through the streets, doing the walk of shame with as much dignity as I can muster on my way to my apartment. I slide the key into the lock after missing a couple times, my sense of sight still hasn't fully returned to me yet. I finally manage to unlock the door and walk into my apartment, dumpin the heels as soon as I enter. Not to brag but my apartment is pretty luxurious, turns out fear is very good for making cash. Now that I've mastered my flame people don't dare double cross me, I'm not a weak little girl anymore, I'm a feared woman.

Mia didn’t really believe she was, but she also didn’t want to have the other woman fired if she had been even slightly mistaken about Selena’s intent. “She’s been a loyal employee to you, so it’s hardly fair to fire her for something she did to me, even if it was on purpose. She’ll be here long after I’m gone. Smoke obscured his gaze, and the acrid smell of burning materials made it difficult to breathe even a few yards from where the warehouse still blazed. Shane stood with Bruno behind him and the fire chief at his side.

asked Jacob in an unreceptive tone. "I don't think it would hurt to have Bryan by my side. Aren't you busy anyway? Bryan shouldn't be too busy, right? Why don't we use him? I'm in good hands. You know, I don't interact easily with strangers. Am I wrong to judge your part of the job?"

Shirley, determined, pulled her hand away from Carter’s palm. “I don’t want to see you again. Seeing you merely reminds me that I killed my brother and that innocent girl.” She turned her face as she spoke. She refused to even let Carter be within her line of sight. Upon seeing how strongly Shirley resisted him, Carter clenched his fists, but he kept the displeasure and annoyance in his heart off his face. “Ada was the one who set the fire that killed Adam and Cathy. It has nothing to do with me.” “Nothing to do with you?” Shirley laughed. “Even now, you’re still trying to play innocent.”

Clutching his hair in both hands, he screamed inside: Someone—just kill me already!! Then, someone walked up behind him, looking down with a sneer. “The lab caught fire. As the person in charge of Base No. 1, Mr. Shaw, do you really think you can shoulder this responsibility?” Mr. Shaw jerked upright. He staggered forward a few steps and nearly fell again, face covered in blood and eyes blazing with fury for the first time. With trembling hands, he seized the speaker’s collar, screaming in rage:

"Guy looks like a corpse walking. One clean check from Miller or Kovacs and they're going to scrape him off the dasher board with a shovel." I turned my head slowly, my eyes locking onto the photographer with a cold, sharp intensity that made his arrogant grin instantly fade. "Keep your lens on him," I said softly, my voice laced with steel. "So you don't miss the shot when he proves you wrong." The whistle blew, warmups ended, and the starting lines were announced. "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN... YOUR CHICAGO FIREBIRDS!" The home team skated out to a deafening explosion of pyrotechnics and stadium sirens. Leading their top line was Kovacs, their notorious six-foot-four heavy-hitter whose sole mand