Chicago Quotes Novels & Stories

It's also peaceful here, a contrast to the bustling city of Chicago. "Stay sharp," I whisper, signaling the team. “ Report back to me if you find anything.”

"I can't wait then." "It's going to be so much fun having you around." She squealed. Rolling the windows down, I stared out at the busy streets of Chicago. I believed coming here would be the best decision I've made.

Chase laughed sarcastically. "I'm not thinking, I just know you like her. You just can't hide it because you've been running around behind her like a hungry dog flapping its tongue out behind its master." Austin said with a smirk but that was soon wiped off when a hard blow landed on his face. Austin wiped the corner of his lips and raised his eyebrows. "Is that what they teach you to do in Chicago…punch your business partners. Or is it because daddy issues are getting the worst out of you?"

He hummed, slowly nodding his head that one would believe he actually agreed to a word that she said. “Come on i’ve been here the past few years. This is just typical Chicago” “This much chaos?” He clicked his tongue in a way that forced a laughter through her lips. It came so unexpected that when her lips sealed, it rang back an echo that seemed indeed like a strange sound. She hadn’t remembered the last time she laughed like this. There was always something—the most outrageous thing that would come back to haunt her like the slimmest possibility that her ex, Ivan was indeed a criminal.

Rino ─𖤝─ Age 19 | Chicago | Penthouse Resident, Gold Coast. They say time dulls things. Wounds fade, grudges rot away, memories lose their teeth. Yeah, bullshit. Whoever came up with that never sat across from a Capone. Or a Lombardi. And they sure as fuck never watched what happens when you shove both bloodlines into the same room and lock the door. I lit a cigarette with one hand, staring out the window, the skyline jagged and indifferent in the rain. The glass pane was cool beneath my knuckles, my jaw tight. The city didn’t care what I did.

A warning. “The most beautiful things are often the most fiercely protected,” I countered, my voice sweet, my smile serene. “Indeed,” Bianchi said, his gaze lingering on me for a moment too long before turning back to Alessandro. “Chicago has become quite a hub for such things lately. A city of… violent new passions. I trust your own business is less tumultuous, Count?” The air crackled. The question was a dagger wrapped in silk. My blood ran cold, but Alessandro didn’t flinch.

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."

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.”

"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.