Chicago Quotes Novels & Stories

I pursed my lips while waiting for his answer. He grinned, "Chicago, baby. Chicago." I gasped after what he said, making him raising his eyebrows up and then down again and again. As if he was trying to tease me, as if he knows about how much Chicago means to me. "I'm definitely going with you, Conrad. There's no way that I'm not going to grab this opportunity. I'm desperate. If it's really Chicago, I'm desperate." I stated with all of my heart.

I let out a long sigh. “Nope, I think this is the perfect time. Nothing’s ever too early or too late. But tell me, why did you choose Chicago?” I looked up at the darkening night sky and repeated Daxton’s question in my mind. Why Chicago? “I don’t know. After hopping from one city to another, this was the only place that came to mind as my next destination.” I had already given a similar answer to Daxton last night, but I didn’t want to bring that conversation here again.

Key always remembered that, and that's why he was able to be where he is today. Key's steps stopped briefly in front of the big building, he sighed to get rid of his nervousness. Everyone is ever nervous, only the way they deal with nervousness is different. Sounds wise indeed, but believe me that it is also a quote from a quote taken from a quote as well. Yes, in essence, it is just their kind of words of wisdom. Who knows who coined those words before?

Chase sent me a text saying I should take some time for myself and that he and Sav will meet up with me later at Cloud Gate and he said that whilst we’re here in Chicago it would be stupid of us not to attend a game at Wrigley Field tonight. Well, I never thought I’d be going to one of the oldest baseball stadiums for a game. I’m starting to like Chicago more and more right now. There is so much to see and do here, I think I might have to come back to the city but next time under better circumstances.

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

JEFF Note, the words in her diary are boldly italized. ~ Dear Diary, I was always the type that had my nose buried in any of the latest books back then, to some people it seemed cool -the way i stood away from the assembly, or the way i restrained from having friends. Today, Friday the thirteenth of March, 2019 I had moved to Chicago, Illinois in the hope that things might be better, not because i had have a troubled past, it was just a chance for a fresh start.

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?”

I eyed my phone wearily. Lincoln: You. Are. A. Giant. Huge. Ass. Hole. Sorry it had to be said, and if you ever use her in that way again, even if it's for her own good, I'm calling up Zane's "mafia" cousin and ordering a hit on your pathetic body! Got it? Zane: Stop putting fake quotes around mafia, I told you, it's true! They live in Chicago, oh and, agreed with Linc, sorry man, but he's right. You messed up big.

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?"

“Nothing for the press today huh?” “Yeah,” I replied. “No comments!” Grayham’s Granpa said when another reporter positioned a camera before him. We followed the guards into the hall and down the lobby. Then, we were led into a grand hall packed with the people who called the shots in Chicago city.