Chicago Quotes Novels & Stories

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."

Letta really took her husband to spend the whole day exploring the city of Chicago. Although initially Marco was a bit reluctant due to lack of sleep, seeing his wife's wide smile erased all his annoyance and drowsiness. Currently, the lights adorning the night sky in Chicago looked enchanting, especially when Letta gazed in awe at the beautiful waterfall, as if it were dancing before them. They were at Buckingham Fountain, one of the famous waterfalls in the world, known to attract many tourists with its beauty.

I will give you exactly whatever you want, and you will do the same for me. "I have dealt with drug lords, gangsters, cartel bosses, and all the other scumbags in Chicago who thought making demands in front of my face would get them what they wanted," he told me coolly. "And most of them ended up dead. I believe—they were all asking for their deaths. You are smarter than that, Aurora." I smirked. "All those drug lords, gangsters, cartel bosses, and scumbags in Chicago would offer you what I am willing to offer."

~Car Radio. Chicago is apparently experiencing a weather out break. It's raining cats and dogs everywhere. Thick fog along the K streets. It's blusting heavily and we don't think those heading back home will literally make it safe. This is massive. Stay safe inside your homes, if you're still on the road. Kindly park for security purposes. The authorities say, it might be a while for it to calm. "Oh my God. We were just a mile away from home." Scoffed Jane. "Hey guys.. oh you dozed off. Both of you."

Caden said. “Right,” William confirmed. I turned to look at Caden. He was looking at the room with the expression he wore when something had exceeded what he’d prepared for — the very specific expression of Caden Voss being surprised by something that was better than anticipated. “The Chicago atrium,” he said. To William. Quietly. “Yes,” William said. “I was trying to say the same thing in a different city in a different decade. It took me longer to get it right here.” He paused. “I think I got it right here.”

My answer will be no. The one thing I love about Boston is the traffic is not as bad as Chicago is. A five-minute cab ride turned into a fifteen-minute one. Because of a near collision and dispute over a traffic light. I swear people in Chicago can be as bad as New Yorkers. The cab finally pulls up outside the restaurant, I pay the cabbie, tell him to keep the change and climb out of the cab. Tracy Davenport is standing outside the restaurant finishing off a phone call as I approach.

she said, pausing at the door. “I won’t, but sure,” he replied, flashing her a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Love you, Iz.” “Love you too.” She left before he could see the crack in her resolve. Izzy stepped out onto the streets of downtown Chicago, the cold autumn air hitting her face like a slap. She pulled her coat tighter and merged into the rush of people heading toward their offices and meetings, all moving with purpose. The city hummed with life, its skyscrapers towering over her like silent sentinels. Izzy had always loved Chicago—the energy, the architecture, the way it felt like anything was possible here. But lately, the city had become a reflection of her own life—beau

Chicago air hit different at night. It was cold, sharp, almost metallic. Alex felt it the moment he stepped off the jet bridge and into the terminal. He pulled his coat tighter around him, already exhausted, just wanting to get out quietly and disappear into the city. But life never gave him that luxury. Flash. Flash. FLASH. Before he even reached the escalator, three paparazzi materialized like vultures. “Alex Cromwell! Why are you back in Chicago?”

Robert P.O.V The ice melted slowly in my glass, the clinking sound a faint melody against the bustling cityscape of Chicago below. The city never sleeps , much like me. My thoughts swirled, much like the amber liquid in the glass I held, heavy with the weight of decisions I was going to make, the ones I could not take back even if I wanted to, and the ones I was about to make tonight are going to stay with me forever. "What is on your mind?"

“You were in Chicago?” My eyes close for a minute, remembering the day so clearly. It was over a year ago now, but it’s still burned in my memory. I remember it being shockingly warm as I stepped out of the airport. In my mind, Chicago was always cold and cloudy. It wasn’t cold or cloudy that day. The sun was beating down on my skin as I waited for my Uber to pick me up. “Yeah,” I finally get out. “I came to tell you everything I should’ve said the day that you left Sutten.”