Chicago Quotes Novels & Stories

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.”

Alessandro Maurizio ~•~ "Il giorno in cui ho portato Jordan al Castello Sforzesco di Milano, quando mi hanno sparato, hai parlato con qualcuno degli uomini qui a Chicago?" (The day I took Jordan out to the Castello Sforzesco back in Milan, when I got shot, did you talk to any of the men here in Chicago?)

"Both, actually." He nodded. "It is. Are you enjoying your visit?" "It's been wonderful. I'm considering never going back," she joked. "I feel the same way. Where are you not going back to?" "Ontario. North of Toronto," Jackie replied with a smile. "How about you?" "Chicago." His drink was delivered, another rummy concoction served in a ceramic submarine. He gestured to it. "I don't know if I'm embarrassed by this, or if I love it."

Did he just say the leading company in Chicago? Oh, no. When it comes to real estate, there’s only one company that’s leading in Chicago. But it can’t be. There has to be a mix-up. Yes, a mix-up, probably. My heart is hammering in my chest as I struggle to keep my expression neutral while his assistant whispers God knows what. I just want him to finish his statement. I just want him to mention the firm and prove my mind wrong, because it can't be what my mind is suggesting.

Talk later. He replies instantly: FaceTime at eight? I groan, typing: Yes. This dude and his damn FaceTime. Killing me softly. Thursday, 10:45 a.m. The service car rolled to a stop outside Freight World Corporation’s headquarters on the southwest side of Chicago, tucked near the railway center and shipping docks. Industrial heart of the city. Serious money moved through these streets. “Okay, team,” I said, adjusting my jacket as the car idled. “We got this shit. Let’s kill it.”

"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.

"Well, I think the main reason he's acting like that way is because he's very rich, having companies around Chicago." "Yeah, I agree with what you are saying. Maybe if he gets poor someday, he would turn good," I said jokingly, which made both of us laugh. “I love the way we are having a good time now, Jessica. I really love it. Feeling the chilling cold breeze on my skin and staring outside at the busy streets of Chicago is the most captivating thing I have ever done. Chicago is a good place to live indeed," I said, crossing my legs as I also sipped on the juice in my glass cup while staring at the beautiful street.

To be honest, I didn’t give a shit about what happened to him since I didn’t, if truth be told, have an affection for that man after seeing him over the years, but Luke and mom were pretty tense, so I was looking for him for them all around Chicago. It was a hot summer night. The air was so humid that even if you stood still, sweat would cover your body in a second. The weather was at its best as the temperature was around 30 degrees celsius. That day was the day Chicago scored with her highest temperature. I was in West Garfield, that part of the area was a kind of shady. There were brothels, and prostitution was famous in that area. You could see women standing for customers on the side of

I believed I couldn't do anything about it because that's the rich people's way of having dinner. "Why are you back in Chicago?" I questioned in a quite irritated tone. "You don't have to ask because you know why," he replied with firmness in his voice. "Are you not tired of flying back and forth?" I creased my brows. "When it comes to you, I will never get tired," I sighed in his response. "New York and Chicago aren't that far. It's just a few hours plane ride away," he added like it was nothing. I did not hit back, instead, I covered my face with my palm at how persistent he is. "Besides, I'm doing business in Chicago," I'm surprised to know that they are expanding. And of all the places,