Chicago Quotes Novels & Stories

' he typed. There was another notification and another picture. 'Ya! I’ve seen that same sunset a few times already, it’s really pretty. ' 'Wow. It is, isn’t it? It makes your skin glow.’ 'Yea. I wonder if you would be able to see it from Chicago, I don't know how big that place is, but I'm really curious how big Chicago is. ‘ 'It’s not that huge, but yeah. I would love to see it someday. By the way, where are you going?"

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.

“Girl, I grew up in Chicago on the Southside. I know all the lingo. I’m versatile.” “Oh, so you are,” I say, amused. “Have a seat, and for the record, I’m a Northsider.” He raises a brow. “Oh. Northside.” I smirk. “Northsiders always think they’re better," he says. “No,” I correct him playfully. “We all just think we’re better than the West Side.” We both crack up, the conversation easy, comfortable. The kind that makes time slip by without you noticing. A knock pulls my attention away.

He returned to his food. Camille was reading something on her phone. She looked up. "Did you see the quote from Kowalski in the sidebar?" I had not seen the sidebar. I pulled out my phone. The sidebar was a short feature on three team members who weren't the subject of the main profile brief quotes, casual shots. Kowalski's quote read: I think this is our year. I feel it. I've felt it since August. Also I found a lucky penny in the parking lot in September and I've been carrying it since and we haven't lost a home game.

But no matter how many times I'd gone to him for answers, he would end up asking me more questions that left me with even more confusion. Today, I wasn't leaving without answers. Genuine answers to the plot holes taking up my brain. "Beautiful as always-" "Why did you leave Chicago?" I interrupted, almost numb to his compliments by now. At least enough to not be stunned by how effortlessly and honestly he spoke them. The effect they had on my heart, however, was another story completely.

We strolled through Chicago’s lit-up streets, the building lights reflecting in puddles, and he took my hand, lacing his fingers with mine in a way that caught me off guard with its ease. “Ever stop to think how alive this city feels at night?” he asked, his voice soft as he gazed at the glowing shop windows and passing cars. “It’s like it never sleeps.” I smiled, following his gaze. “Yeah, sometimes I forget that. I spend so much time rushing around, I don’t really look.” He laughed, giving my hand a gentle squeeze. “Then let me show you. Let’s enjoy it a little.”

"It's not just a car Lucille, it's the only thing that can save me from ending up behind bars right now—" "Oh c'mon Flora. We'll definitely get it back, liven up." She threw her hands up. "I mean. Look outside." She pointed at the window with full dramatic commitment. "Chicago, we are in Chicago. Do you understand what that means?" "That we're approximately nine hundred miles from home." My eyebrows rose as I spoke.

I slide my card across the counter, my fingers steady despite the tightness in my chest. “Good afternoon,” she says warmly, taking the card. “Welcome.” Her fingers move swiftly across the keyboard. I feel Elias step closer behind me, his presence grounding, familiar. I focus on that, on the quiet steadiness of him, because it’s easier than focusing on where I am. Chicago. The name alone still tightens something in my ribs. “She had better not do anything stupid,” a voice hisses. Sharp. Stressed. Familiar. I freeze. My ears perk up.

"And your wife… They say she has a gift for bringing people together." His gaze slides toward the group of my "guests." The implication is clear. "I enjoy company," I smile, sweetly. "Especially when it's so… stimulating." Victor lets out a thick laugh. "Stimulating is one word. Just be careful not to stimulate things too much, my dear. Chicago likes its peace and quiet." He moves off. Mike leans to my ear, his lips brushing my skin. "I told you. Procedural." "And threatening," I add in a low voice.

"Not just ours either. Chicago has been hit bad." Lorenzo must be reeling. Not that I minded, but when the shit rolled uphill to my part of the world, it was time to take notice. Rock heads. It had been a while since blood rained on the streets. Maybe the time was right to send a message. A careful one.