Chicago Quotes Novels & Stories

"You can use it to crack it." That was when I knew—Chicago was about to feel a storm. And it starts tomorrow.

"I told her you're in Chicago trying to impress an architect." Aiden laughed. "I don't think I'm impressing him." "You don't?" "No." Emily grinned. "I think you're wrong." --- After they hung up, Aiden stood by the hotel window overlooking the city. The lights stretched endlessly across the skyline. Somewhere down there, thousands of people were still working. Still dreaming. Still building lives. Twenty-four hours ago, Chicago had been just another city. Now... It felt like possibility. His phone buzzed one last time before he went to bed.

She pointed at the bus tickets because she knew I couldn't read them properly. "If you get into Chicago. If you make it into Capone territory. Your father can't simply walk in and take you back. He'll have to start a war to do it."

Avelyn replied lazily. Then Avelyn chose to pay attention to every scene on the busy streets of Chicago that she was about to leave. Cafes, pedestrians who always fill the sidewalks, then the sound of honking their horns when they don't want to give in to another car is something that is so interesting to see at this time.

First a prostitute and now fat? Game on. "My roommate and I love Chicago. I've always considered leaving Michigan for warmer places, but the Windy City is looking nice," I say smiling much too deeply. It will never happen, though. I've heard the term "lake effect" snow too many times in my life to move to Chicago. "You would love it here," Everett says with renewed enthusiasm. "I would show you the best parts of the city."

"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

Oh bullshit, Darwin was the last man to apologize to me. He was the god of Chicago and everything were secretly run by him. He has the biggest hotel here in Chicago, for me, I will call it a 10 star hotel because it was magnificent, fully made of marble and they offered a free wi-fi as well, who wouldn't when just a room costs about $235,000. So….. "Thank you…." "Did he just say thank you!??" Due gasped, completely shocked. "For saving your ass. Cause I wouldn't go about trying to save you from jail."

The silver mark at my temple flared hot. The city answered. Deep beneath Chicago— something woke up.

More complete. Together, we were unstoppable. And God help anyone who tried to come between us. "What are you thinking?" she asked, studying my face. "That I'm the luckiest bastard in Chicago," I said honestly. She laughed—a real laugh that lit up her entire face. "You're ridiculous." "Maybe. But I'm also right." She shook her head, but she was smiling. "Come on," I said, taking her hand. "Let's go plan how to destroy the Russian money laundering operation."

Our Nana has a few screws loose and suffers from what we’ve dubbed Old Lady Syndrome, meaning she’s lost her filter and it’s gotten worse since last year. “It’s been a while since we had her over,” Mom reminds me. “How are you liking it in Eastwood?” she asks Scarlet. “You’re from Chicago, right?” “I am,” Scarlet answers. “And it’s nice here. Very quiet.” “Quinn lived in Chicago for a few years, and I used to enjoy going for a visit. Though a visit is all I could stand. I was born and raised here. I like my yard and my privacy.” Scarlet laughs, nodding in agreement. “I could see that. I’m used to hearing the L and the constant chatter of people on my street.”