Romance About Firefighters の小説・ストーリー

the father said to kiro " yes father" kiro said "You, Joy Guzman, are you accepting Kiro Smith as your wife in hardship and ease?" said the priest to me "Yes father" I said "you may say your vows" "I remember when we first met at church you sniffed me like a dog, I told myself I might stink so you sniffed me hahaha, I teased you before and teased you so you could notice me because you captured my attention that time and then you're pissed because of me because I'm so annoying , when you allowed me to come with you when we watched starry night I know I love you already , but I don't know if you love me, it's good that even though I'm like this you still love me so I'm thankful, remember man

The growing flames made the air visible. Shimmering heat rose from the parched ground as the flames approached. The ground burned with embers, coals bright like eyes staring into the souls of the men who tried to stop it. The firefighters gave up ground reluctantly to the hungry flames. ***

I, then, pointed my index finger at the window where the old woman was. “What are you talking about? I can't see any old woman pleading for help. And besides, it is impossible for anyone to survive in that kind of situation anymore if ever it is true that there was someone trapped inside the building,” the fireman told me and it seemed like he didn’t care what will happen on that old woman. I got annoyed because of his behavior. We are talking about life here. Did he really consider himself as a firefighter? He's such a coward. I glared at him as he turned his back on me.

"You look great, by the way. Very brand friendly.Your dad must be so proud." "Jax, I’m sorry," I said. I didn't know what else to say. The hallway was too crowded. There were too many ears. "Sorry is for when you spill coffee, Liam," Jax said. He stepped closer, his voice dropping so only I could hear him. "You didn't spill coffee. You set the whole house on fire while I was still inside, and then you stood outside and watched it burn." "I had to do it," I pleaded.

Nothing beats a woman who knows how to please a guy, or one who is much too naïve to use words like fuck and dick on a regular basis. I suppose I have a thing for innocent types. They bring out the worst in me, craving me to corrupt their innocence in the most barbaric ways possible. When Cyrus responds, he doesn't look at me. "Trey, see this." I drain the liquor down my throat and turn to face him. I look up at the television, back against the counter. A house is on fire, and firefighters are rushing around, trying to prevent the fire from spreading and removing people away from the scene.

"What I'm saying is it bothers me because you can't simply enjoy a good fuck. You can't let your body relax enough with someone and I mean, thank fuck you won't, because now that I'm here... I'll be glad to help you out. But my biggest issue in the line of work we do is Human and sex trafficking. We have spent years clearing all the scum who do such things to women like that and it's so fucking brave of you to have stepped up and said he did it and I'm so pissed that he's still alive" "How do you know that?" "I had a look at what the bastard does. He has a 3.4 GPA and he works in a consultancy company. Ironically in New York," I tell her. I can't miss the shudder she does before she barricad

“Because this company literally has a ban? Staff isn't supposed to have any romantic relationships with other staff. You know of this rule, fool. Besides, I'm sure these people already put two and two together to know that we are dating.” “You and I both know that the rule is a joke. There are a lot of people married to each other here. I'm sure some people are fucking themselves, even the executives too. But if you insist, we won't do much of that romance shit here at work,” Anthony said with a shrug of his broad shoulders and went around his desk. “Thank you. Anyway, thank you for the flowers. I totally forgot that today was my birthday. All this stress made me forget,” I said.

"Big strong firefighter. I have wanted to touch you since the day I moved in." They moved closer on the couch. Liam ran his hands over Ryan's chest. He squeezed the hard muscles through the shirt. "Fuck. Your body is incredible. So solid." Ryan breathed heavier. He felt his cock growing hard. Liam noticed and rubbed him through his pants. "Look at you. Already getting hard for me. Let me take care of you." Liam knelt between Ryan's legs. He opened the firefighter's pants and pulled out his thick cock. "Holy shit. You are big everywhere." He licked the head slowly then took him deep into his warm mouth.

“R-e-a-l-y?” My voice comes out like it’s been dipped in acid and sarcasm. “The girl fell hard for our broody firefighter.” “Can’t blame her — the man walks around like he invented foreplay.” It’s his turn for a jealous snort. “Yeah … they work together. Poor thing. One spark from Axel, and she combusted. Occupational hazard, I suppose.” I roll my eyes so hard they almost click. I’ve never seen Axel with a girl before. He’s as emotionally constipated as Jackson. But the man is as HOT as one gets … so fine — maybe I’ll let that one slide.

Her face had been marked with red flames, curling over her eyes, her mouth, until she looked like she was burning. Gasps echoed around the room. Damien’s men scrambled, searching for the source of the projection, but Grace couldn’t move. Her body was locked, her heart slamming against her ribs. Another image appeared. This time, it wasn’t Grace. It was Damien. A younger Damien, bloody and bruised, dragging himself out of a burning building. The warehouse fire. The message was clear. The past was coming back. And Marcus was writing Grace into the same flames. “Cut the power!” Damien roared. Within seconds, the projection died, plunging the room into darkness again.