Fanfiction Chicago Fire Mga Nobela at Kwento

“You can’t protect her from destiny.” “I don’t need to,” I said. “She’ll decide her own.” My claws tore through his chest. The light in his eyes died instantly. I stumbled back, gasping. The fire flickered and died with him. Cara was still chained. I broke the links easily and caught her as she fell forward. Her body trembled, but her eyes met mine with the same fierce spark I’d fallen for. “I told you not to follow me,” she whispered. “And I told you I wouldn’t listen,” I said.

They could see the smoke even before they turned the corner, hard on the heels of Station 58's big engine and the ladder truck. It billowed up in big black clouds that spread over the rooftops of the buildings lining the street. This was the third major fire in a week, an unusual number, and they had all been on her shifts. If she didn't know better, she'd think someone had a crush on one of the firefighters and wanted to see him at work.

I laid her on the bed and held her tight, letting her know she has nothing to worry about. A couple of hours later, the alarm went off, and I needed to head to the office. I looked out the window, and the snow was lightly falling. I looked over at Steph as she laid there on the bed sound asleep. I took a hot shower, got dressed, and headed to the kitchen for some much needed coffee. Dan walked in behind me. “Good morning, Dean,” he spoke. “Any word yet on the Chicago fire?” I sighed as I took a sip from my cup. “No, not yet; they had to let the guy go because of insufficient evidence. But don’t worry; I have my men working on it. They’ll find out who set that fire.

Jessica asks curiously Damon sighs, she really was not going to let him go. Gracie frowns once more and looks at Jessica and says. “She is not a firefighter. She is an EMT. She started working with us a few months ago, so I don’t know her well. I don’t know where she worked before coming to Chicago. She got the job because her uncle is the fire Chief. That is about all I know about her. If you want to know more, you’ll have to ask her best friend Tianna Smith or her Fiancé, the other firefighter, the one Beckett saved Dante Rossi. They’re the only ones she spoke to at the station.”

As she clicked the lighter, the entire house caught fire, burning grandma alive. When my neighbor back in Chicago went missing, I did not confide in the police that I had seen a vision where he was walking drunk on the highway, trying to hail a ride by sticking out his thumb. I did not share the knowledge with his weeping widow that I had seen him get mauled by a speeding A****n truck. He was dead before he fell into lake Michigan, where his corpse lies rotting to this day. And the cherry on top of this sundae made from horrors and dread was what happened back in Chicago.

He would feel it hotter than that fire they tried to kill Ama with. They tried to burn my love. Now they were going to get burnt one by one. ———— Femi. My first line of action was to go to the police station. I had a lot to do there. First was to see Dan, the head of POSSAP. Then I would see the criminals. First Ife. I wanted to know why she would even think of setting my fiancée on fire. I cringed just thinking about it. Everything felt so out of place now. I was physically and emotionally drained.

Taverns, dinner tables, the underground network—they moved faster than any notice. Leo went out and returned with a stream of gossip. “Some say Chiara set the fire. Some say Enzo messed up. Some say the woman nearly died outside the warehouse.” He looked at me. “That woman means you.” I leaned on the sofa, a book on my knees, untouched. “Anything else?” “They say you have the footage. Nobody knows who leaked it, but many already do.”

A wall of fire, the inescapable smell of everything melting and being destroyed? After fifteen minutes spent pacing the bedroom, I’m going stir crazy. I can’t lose Clement and Nicholas. I can’t. They were my saviors in the fire and every day afterward, standing guard at my bedside, making me feel loved and cared for when I needed it most. Touching me with such passion one minute, holding me like a treasure the next. Already, my stomach is caving in on itself at the very possibility they could be hurt. Don’t firefighters get injured—or worse—all the time? Yes. Yes…and if that happens, I have to be there to give them the same support they’ve given me. I have to do something.

“Chicago PD has been compromised by Hart’s allies. We can’t trust that she’ll be safe in your custody.” “And I can’t trust that she’s safe in yours,” Charleston countered. “For all I know, you’re the ones holding her against her will.” “I’m not being held,” I said firmly. “I’m choosing to stay with them because they’re the only ones who’ve actually kept me alive so far.” “Even after one of them got shot protecting you?” Charleston gestured to Maddox. “Especially after that,” I replied. “That’s the kind of protection I trust. Not whatever political game is happening at CPD right now.”

Emily glanced back at her office, which was engulfed in flames. Without hesitation, Murat wrapped his arms around Emily's shoulders and rushed toward the emergency staircase to escape to the parking lot. Once inside the car, he called the Chicago Fire Department while watching the side of Emily's office building being consumed by flames from the outside. Murat said clearly, "Hello, Sir. Send a fire truck to City Hall. There's a fire in Emily Carter's office. Please put it out immediately before the fire spreads to the other side of Chicago City Hall!" After calling the fire department, Murat drove his car to the hospital to treat Emily's blistered hand. The woman was still coughing several t