Fanfiction Chicago Fire Novels & Stories

I walked back to the office, grabbed my coat, and looked out over the yard one last time. Sarah would hold the warehouse. She was smart. Loyal. Or so I thought. Liam would ride with me. He’d learn. Or he’d die. And Chicago would get what it paid for. I crushed the cigarette under my boot and smiled. Let the night come.

“She was furious, wasn’t she? And then, not long after, the fire at the Chicago branch happened.” My breath caught, and I forced myself to keep my expression neutral, my lips parted just enough to look surprised. The Chicago fire. He was circling too close to the truth, to the things I’d done to keep Christine out of the way. My pulse quickened, and I felt a bead of sweat form at the base of my neck. At least I am glad he was piecing everything together and it’s making sense to him. “You think… Christine had something to do with it?” I asked, letting my voice waver just enough to sound uncertain and concerned. Playing the part of the loyal granddaughter, horrified at the thought.

Hi guys, hope you all enjoyed the last story? Please let me know what you thought of it in the comments. So, I've been thinking about writing a firefighter story, so I decided to make this coming story a firefighter one. I hope you really like it. Remember to add this book to your library if you haven't done so and send me gifts. I would really appreciate them. Keep reading and enjoy. Blurb Hunky fire chief Eric is out of the closet after twenty years of marriage. Can he find true love, or will a spate of arson fires destroy his chances with Tom, the sexy young firefighter?

Exhaustion is taking over, and I am having trouble keeping my eyes open. Right before my eyes close, the last thing I see is Braxius's blue-green eyes filled with love and sorrow. Except, I somehow know everything will be all right with him. That only thought is making my leaving easier, and I stop fighting the darkness. I am floating away towards total oblivion. I am having a few brief flashbacks of my short life of twenty-two years and growing up in New Jersey with Meena, my younger sister of nine months. I accepted my entry-level position at a prestigious marketing firm and graduating from college with honors as a business major with a minor in history.

Chicago, who had washed her hands, came running out again. She wrapped her arms around Fiona's legs, gazing up at her in adoration. "Chicago, I heard you were telling stories to the elderly in the hospital?" Fiona squatted down to ask. "Yes!" Chicago nodded, "The old lady is so pitiful, she's about to die." Chicago had witnessed the death of some animals. Fiona had also educated her about death. So, she understood what death was. "Why did you want to tell stories to the elderly lady, Chicago?" Fiona touched her little cheek.

Fabian sighed deeply, his voice firm as he said, "It's their fault. Leah and Roderick have been suspended for investigation. I guarantee I will get you justice." Queenie looked over the report in her hands and coldly said, "Justice? He nearly died. He has third-degree burns over 12% of his body, comminuted fractures in his left leg, and irreversible lung fibrosis." With each word she spoke, Fabian's expression grew darker. "Even if he recovers, he can never return to work as a firefighter." Queenie's words felt like a heavy blow to my heart. I would never be able to return to work as a firefighter.

Although this graduation painting had not yet been completed, it was far superior to any of my previous works. The moment Willow saw the painting, her expression subtly shifted. I caught the flicker of greed and jealousy in her eyes. I looked around the room. In the next moment, I did something that left everyone completely flabbergasted. I pulled out a lighter and flicked it. Then, I brought the flame close to one corner of the canvas. "Cassidy! What are you doing?" Jess shouted sharply almost immediately. Needless to say, she was the first to react. The flame licked at the edge of the canvas and spread quickly. My masterpiece, the product of my passion and skill, burned down to ash before

-00- I pulled my jacket closer while taking a sip of my black coffee every now and then to block the cold air that was starting to pierce my skin. Chicago in late autumn will indeed be very cold, maybe tomorrow or tonight it will snow cover the city. I sighed softly while imagining my life the last three years after joining the country's Agent agency. Now I never kill people again and instead become an investigator in murder cases. Is life playing a joke on me? It seems so. I feel trapped between black and white now. "Austin, what are you doing here?"

Not to make it more weird for Brenda who was staring at me, I shut out my wolf and touch her, this is to show how much I love and care about you, I gently turn her head and my lips found the sweetest spot where I was going to lay mark, she cling unto me as I buried my teeth into her neck, her scream of pain jolt me back into reality and I discovered I can't mark her except if I reject Rose "Jasper, am burning, what is wrong with me" I can't tell her it's my fault, I just quickly mind link the pack doctor that he was needed "I don't know, but the pack doctor will soon be here"

“That adrenaline’s got you all worked up, huh? Pretty little barista getting finger-fucked by the man who just pulled her from a burning building.” I bit my lip hard, trying not to cry out as he curled his fingers inside me, hitting that perfect spot over and over. “We shouldn’t… people are right outside…” “Let them be,” he said, adding a third finger, stretching me. His thumb found my clit and rubbed fast, filthy circles. “You’re safe now. Let me take care of you.” The chaos outside, sirens, radio chatter, people yelling orders, only made it hotter. I was trembling, legs spread wide in the back of the fire truck while this muscular firefighter fingered me roughly under the blanket.