Funny Firefighters Novels & Stories

“Trust me, it’s not boring anymore.” “Uh-oh.” Tia’s tone sharpened instantly. “What did you do?” Jasmine hesitated. “You promise not to freak out?” “Oh, hell no,” Tia said. “You don’t start a sentence like that unless you’ve done something worth freaking out over. Spill.” Jasmine chewed her lip, then sighed. “Okay. So… you know my brother’s best friend? The firefighter guy?” “Tall, broody, looks like a walking thirst trap in uniform? Yeah, the one you said was ‘way too serious to be hot.’”

... A phone call almost got me killed in a fire. I burst out of the flames, clutching a terrified cat. Outside, beside the geared-up firefighters, there were a bunch of familiar faces. They laughed, calling me the ultimate simp. Leading the pack was none other than my childhood friend, Colin Porter. He had called me an hour ago, claiming he was dying in a fire. Now he was unscathed, spotless. I realized this was just another prank of his.

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FIRE!",shouted one of the guards and they all started shooting at the infected dog. All the ten men, shooting from their big guns. As the first bullets from each gun hit the dog, ten bullets, the dog fell on the ground and started whimpering. "That's not possible!",shouted Smith,"That dog just survived ten bullets! And one is enough to kill them, and he is still alive!" The dog growled and tried to get up. All of them shot again,at the same time , and the dog fell on the ground and , his breathing heavy and ragged.

, he replied. “ like what can you possibly make?” she asked even further as they stopped what they were doing and stood there talking. “ I can probably made noodles and……….I can make tea to be really tasty”, before he could even finished talking, Michelle had burst in to boisterous laughter. She laughed really very hard that she had to hold her chest like she felt the pain of the laughter. “ you will tell me what’s funny with what I said”, he said forcing himself not to be affected with the laughter.

Three of the firefighters were seriously injured from the fire making Jared and Asher worried at how serious the fire was. After waiting for a long time, five wheels were pulled out, three injured firefighters and two people, a man and a young girl burnt beyond recognition. Jared walked to the body of what looked like Annette but he argued that it wasn't her. Asher also confirmed it and told the firefighters to go back in there and bring Annette. They both argued that she was still inside and that she might die if they don't save her. One of the firefighters asked them how they could be so sure she wasn't the one and just then, the necklace Asher had given Annette earlier that day dropped fr

She tried to rush inside the building, but she was prevented by the crowd. The fire safety workers had arrived and the fire was having problems. The pipe to pump the water was stuck and it was too short. I sneaked to the fire service. I punched the face of one of the staff I saw in the vehicle, before undressing him. I wore his fire service clothes.

But now, with just a few words from Giara, his entire fierceness seemed to melt away. "Fine, but I'll need to add another security team for you." He held Giara awkwardly but as gently as he could, while his left hand instinctively reached for a cigar. "You forgot again!" Giara scolded, cute and sharp. "Smoking's bad for the baby." Simon clicked his tongue, tossed the cigar into a trash can, and muttered, "Okay, I'll stop." He scooped her up and headed for his car. "But you'll need to make it up to me some other way."

“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.

My voice was almost gone from all the screaming. It took several hours before the fire was finally put out. I saw one of the firefighters and immediately approached her.“How are my parents? Did you see them? Are they safe? "I asked, trembling. She lowered her head. “I'm sorry.” “W-what? What do you mean, sorry? ” I said, my voice shaking. Then I noticed her fellow firefighters. They suddenly became restless, and I quickly ran toward them. “Mommy... Daddy...” I whispered weakly.