Fire Upper East Side Today Novels & Stories

“Should we delay purification?” They’d be stronger at night, but then again, it was something his men could handle. However, there was something worrisome about her report. And he never ignored his gut. “What’s happening in West Side?” he inquired. “One of the old apartments is in fire, Alpha.” A chill ran up his spine. “Which one?” He heard Leila talking to someone in the background before she replied. “It has Dami’s in the name, Alpha. It’s in –“

But all Serena could hear was the hollow echo of grief beating in her chest. It was two in the morning. The streets of Manhattan, usually alive with honking cabs and neon lights, were strangely subdued. Only a few cars slipped through the intersections, but the sidewalks swarmed with people. Dozens of onlookers had their phones raised, recording the flames licking hungrily at the wreckage of a car. The acrid smell of burning fuel stung the air, mixing with the metallic tang of scorched steel. Journalists were already live-streaming.

I took the call with my tone sounding at least several tones lighter than usual. “You need to get back to New York. Now.” Unlike mine, Grayson's voice couldn't be more tense and nervous. “What happened?” I braced myself for the upcoming blow. “It's about Brooklyn Heights,” he started and sucked in a shaky breath. “Three floors were completely destroyed. Ten people are dead.”

I sighed, not sure what I want anymore. “I can’t wait to meet them. Tell them how much storm their mommy survived while they slept. You are so strong, my Chelsea.” His words melted into my skin like ice cream on a sunny day. “I know they’re beautiful and-“ The phone in his pocket rang. He stiffened, standing straight. “What?” He answered, his voice switching into command instantly. “What do you mean FIRE?” My breath caught. He hung up. “Chelsea,” he said urgently, “the Organization’s headquarters—there’s a fire. A massive one. Several floors already gone.”

“What is it?” He looked at her, the storm in his eyes reigniting. “This isn’t Selene.” Her heart dropped. “Then who?” Hazel’s voice rang from the front door, urgent. “James. You need to see the news.” They rushed over. Hazel had already pulled the TV remote from the credenza and turned the screen to the late-night bulletin. The anchor’s voice was grave. “Breaking News: A fire has broken out at the downtown office of Rowe Global’s digital research division. Firefighters are still battling the blaze. Authorities suspect arson…”

Please help me… … “A fire broke out at an upscale boutique earlier today. The source of the fire has yet to be identified. Socialite, Natalia Rosenhall, the only daughter of Lucien Rosenhall was unfortunately caught up in the fire. The firemen arrived at the scene shortly after the fire was reported and managed to rescue Miss Natalia, who is currently receiving treatment in the hospital. So far representatives of the Rosenhall family have refused to comment on the incident; however, a press conference will be held at a later date regarding the incident…” a beautiful news reporter reported on the television screen.

It is currently thirty minutes to three And I do not have a car, all the busses, and trains are on a reak right now, and it is currently rush hour here in New Ypork! Am I going to get fired today?!

Only in the deep, exhausting hours of the night did she allow herself to retreat like a snail into its shell, quietly nursing the wound that never seemed to heal. "We interrupt with a brief local news update… "At around 1:40 am today, a sudden fire broke out in a loft building in Section C of Bellmere's Meliere Art District. Fire services responded swiftly to control the flames. There are currently no casualties reported, and the cause of the fire remains under investigation…" Section C of the Meliere Art District? Teresa's pupils constricted sharply. Her heart felt as though it had dropped into a sudden void, and her breathing hitched.

He did not speak for a long time, letting the heavy silence fill the room. “Alessandro,” he finally said, his voice a low, gravelly sound that commanded silence. “We are here because there is a fire in New York. A fire that is getting out of control. Two of our associates, Vittorio Bianchi and Rico Valenti, are at war. It is a messy, public affair. It is bad for all of us.” He leaned forward, his old eyes pinning me to my chair. The other Dons were silent, watching, judging.

we watched a couple of episodes of Naruto before passing out. ====================== “According to reports from reporters on the scene the CFD continues to try to contain the fire. A five-alarm fire at a warehouse on Noble Street. According to witnesses and reporters, two firefighters are injured from Station 19. They are being transported to the nearest hospital for treatment” I look up in shock when I hear the news I look up at the screen. That’s our station. I’m sure Beck was at that fire. I clench my fists. I know I can’t call anyone now, not when they’re busy at a fire. Even if I do call no one would answer.