Fire Upper East Side Today Novels & Stories

“Then let the city see who truly lights the fires.” ⸻ They moved fast, slipping through the back alleys. By the time they reached the edge of the east ward, chaos had already swallowed the streets. People ran with buckets, shouting, coughing. The acrid smoke stung Saraphina’s throat as she pushed forward. Flames licked up from the lower roofs, devouring timber with hungry crackles. A woman stumbled past, clutching a child to her chest. “It’s her!” someone screamed from a window above. “The witch! She’s burning us!”

"No, it was just a spam call. I accidentally picked up." Darren chuckled, reaching out to ruffle her hair. "Why are you so nervous? It's fine. I'm not mad." She gave him a small, sugary smile and nodded. The wedding began right on schedule. But soon, the guests started murmuring. Darren frowned. "What's going on?" Someone in the crowd shouted, "I heard there's a fire on the east side of the city!" Another voice added, "I just saw a video online—it's huge. Even the fire trucks can barely get close!"

Stop digging. Sullivan forwards the ugliest ones straight to the Bureau. Gillespie listens, lips pressed thin, then arranges police patrols like she’s slotting chess pieces into place. But threats on tape are the least of it. A Bainbridge shell office on the Lower East Side goes up in flames. No casualties, the place had been abandoned for months, but the message is loud and unsubtle. By dawn, reporters are swarming the scene, taking photos of fire-blackened windows and plastering them under Sophia’s headline.

"He agreed to this reward and disciplinary system himself. He enjoyed the rewards when things went well, so why can't he take the consequences when things go wrong?" A bitterness rose within me when I heard those words. But Dad, Thomas did it on purpose... Just then, a sharp ringtone shattered the peace in the private room. Dad frowned and took out his phone. An unfamiliar number flashed on the screen. "Hello? Who is this?" Dad answered impatiently. The room was quiet enough that the voice on the other end of the line came through faintly, carrying with it a suffocating seriousness and gravity. "Hello, is this Mr. Ronald Werther? This is the Havenshire Fire Department. A severe fire broke ou

I was confused until I overheard some of them saying, "I heard that some place on the east side of the city is on fire, but we don't know where exactly." "Someone posted about it on social media. It was a massive fire, and the firefighters are having a hard time putting it out." The east side of the city? That was where Cursley Mansion was located. I felt a sudden chill in my chest. I wanted to go out and have a look too, but Claudia stopped me. "The wedding's about to start. Where are you going?" I figured that something was wrong and turned back, wanting to grab my phone to check on the situation at home. However, Claudia handed my phone to me with a guilty expression.

We got the body parts loaded in the bags and we’d washed the floor, just in case. Frank and Carl had gone outside to make a fire to burn the carpet. We watched it burn in silence while Carl and Frank drank another three beers each. My phone beeped and I checked my messages. It was Robert. Robert: Thanks, I’m fine now. I put my phone away as Frank threw water on the fire. We all got into my car and drove towards the Bay when Carl grabbed me by the shoulders from behind. “How many bodies have you added to the Bay since Malachi’s wild days?” He asked me and I looked at him in the rear-view mirror.

He also felt confused, on the grounds that, from any angle, he had no idea and was not even sure whether this young man was the perpetrator who set fire to Felicia's house or not. Should he just let this young man go? "Wow, I didn't expect that at all." He glanced briefly at Derek, who was now walking closer to Keith, while his eyes were looking around where they were right now. "This is already the third fire since yesterday. Interesting, very interesting..." Derek's words just now succeeded to pique his curiosity. He took out his smartphone, looking for news with the keyword fire in the eastern area of Rose city. And, what he found managed to shock him. What Derek said was true, but he did

ELENA “Are you kidding me?” The words scraped out of my throat, barely more than a whisper. Paul’s face told me everything before he even spoke. No flicker of humour, no mercy. He just shook his head, solemn and heavy, and held his phone out to me. My fingers felt stiff as I took it. The headline on the screen blurred for a second before it sharpened in my vision: “Fire breaks out at Westgate Street, No. 8482, New York.”

"Backup and units are required at 10 East Side Red Zone Street 10. There is a fire in progress." I immediately stopped when I understood what was going on, so like lightning, I ran to my truck without caring about the soccer team meeting, to the extent that I didn't pay attention to my friends' calls. I just hurried to Snow's house. When I saw the house, an unfamiliar terror came over me. I immediately went over to ask what had happened. "We don't know exactly what happened," said one of the guards standing outside the house as the firefighters retreated. "All I know is that the neighbors reported a fire, so we followed protocol."

“Is something wrong?” Nicholas cups her cheek. “There’s a large structure fire downtown. Ten-story building. It’s not our district, but they’re calling in trucks from all over the city.” Dasha sits up slowly, her face white as a ghost. “Are you going to be in danger?” Neither one of us says anything, which is answer enough. I press a kiss to her forehead, then climb out of bed. “You stay inside this apartment, sweetheart. Door locked.” “Don’t leave for any reason,” Nicholas says, pulling on jeans, zipping them up over his erection with a wince. “Promise us.”