Chicago Pd Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"But it'll be good to have proof." "What happens if Margaret does something before the results come back?" "Then we handle it." His voice was steel. "Whatever she tries, we're ready." Lia's hand found his. "Thank you. For tonight. For getting arrested. For all of it." "Don't thank me for doing the bare minimum." Caspian kissed her temple. "You deserve so much more than this shitstorm." "I have you. That's more than enough." They drove through Chicago as midnight approached, the city lights blurring past. Somewhere behind them, Margaret Ashford was planning her next move. Somewhere, Julian was licking his wounds and plotting revenge.

"I don't know about you, Lucas, but I DO NOT forget men who tried to kill me in my sleep. Men, who have tried all they can to take my empire from me. I can forgive all the... 'squabbles' we had when we were kids but I know where to draw the line, Lucas. I only let you live because you are family and my father was acting don at that time. But make no mistake, nothing will make me happier than gutting you out myself. So please, make my day and keep talking. You may give me an excuse to kill you faster." His eyes narrowed at me. He swallowed and stuffed his hands in his pockets, "fine. Believe what you want, but I'm staying. You need me-" he stopped, noticing my glower. "Stick to your side of t

Panting like a mad dog, I crashed to the floor, crying and tired. Who the hell is Sullivan? Who the hell are these people? And worst of all, how the hell am I supposed to get to Chicago? I have no ID on me. Nothing but my phone. Well, I’ve done nothing but take risks for the longest time so why not now? If it fucks the Rutherfords up, I’m down for it.

“Then Security comes back in. You go to the precinct. You get deported in 48 hours." “And Jax keeps his story. Toxic fan. Leech. Stalker.” Then he raised his brows, staring at me like a tiny piece which he had to sort. “Or you say yes.” I bite my lips nervous and my eyes shook their sockets. “You come to my box. You sit beside me. You smile for cameras while you break him from the inside.” He made sense, I could get back at Jax for what he did. For a moment, I broke out of my frightened composure.

We kissed like it was the first time and the thousandth time all at once. Two weeks later, on a warm spring morning, our lives changed again. Liam came downstairs with his phone in his hand, looking shell-shocked. “I got drafted,” he said, voice cracking. “The Chicago Thunder. They want me. And… they asked if you’d consider being my goalie coach, Dad. They want both of us. A father-son coaching package.” The room went silent. Chicago. The city where our story had begun in blood and blackmail and desperate love.

"Yes, Yifa…" "Yifa Moore??" Alpha Darwin had cuts in just immediately. "You mean you have Yifa Moore in your custody??" He excitedly approached me as he had me stand up and lock me so tightly in his arms several times. "Oh my, oh my. Make whatever wish and when I become the mayor, I will grant it and make you the superintendent of police in Chicago." He kept on flattering as his cheeks grew red in full blown excitement. "A charge has been pressed against her for the gruesome murder of Nicklaus Bradford and family."

“I’ve had years of practice. Mending clothes. Stitching prostitutes up after nasty incidents. Stitching my mothers slit wrists. More recently, stitching myself up. I’ve had 5 years of practice.” “Maybe I should call the police.” He says to himself while he stitches my cheek up. “And tell them what exactly?” A say, barley moving my lips. “I don’t know.” “So then it’s best you don’t.” _______________________________ Jared: “Jared.” Chiara sprints down the hall to me. “I need to talk to you.” “What’s wrong?” I hold her arms. She looks so panicked. Aidan hurries out from his office. “It’s about Faye.”

This time she knew it was Brenden. He picked her up, gun and all, and rushed out the front window with her. Out on the street lights flashed, sirens wailed. It was over. At least this chapter of it was. For the first time since Rio there was no fear, no dread, just peace. Because maybe finally she could focus on this man and the gift, they'd been given. *** Tuesday. Chicago Police Department, Chicago, Illinois. THIS WAS ALL BULLSHIT. Priscilla tried to cross her arms tighter over her ruined shirt. Buttons had popped off. There was a rip in one sleeve. Her slacks had a mess of tears in the delicate fabric. And she was still barefoot.

“But it is fun. Some of them are very…imaginative and besides I’ve thought about what dad said, about being part of the action..” “Oh?” Kim leaned over as if to look at my phone. I snatched my phone away from the table and frowned at her. “Yes,” I hissed at her and turned the phone over. We were at the Old Barrel again, and I was busy with a bunch of guys on my phone. “So, you’re going to be the Carrie Bradshaw of Chicago City?” Kim asked and I looked at her for a second, wondering if this was the road that I was headed down, so I winked at her.

"My bad, my bad. It's just that the title suits you so well it's hard to get used to anything else." We sat down, and for a few minutes, the conversation flowed about simple things. But the image of the woman fleeing wouldn't leave my mind. The lull in the conversation was my moment. I looked at Patrick. "Patrick, do you know a lot of people here in Chicago? People of... all kinds?" He tilted his head, assessing my question. "Depends. But I can say yes, I have some contacts. Why?"