Romance About Firefighters Novels & Stories

The fire could not be contained. Firefighters dug trenches only to have flames fly overhead, singing as they danced out of reach and into the trees. The water sprayed from hoses, but the fire simply blazed higher. Mother Nature refused to cry, instead blowing hot wind across the arid landscape, feeding the fire. *** The next two weeks were perfect. I lived on this wonderful high where everything seemed to be going my way. Andrew and I spent almost every day together, laughing, kissing, and daydreaming.

"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.

“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.

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.

Claire says. "It does have a fireplace, and you do not have to worry about Bigfoot. He does not come close to the cabin where I am taking you. You would love it. I know you won't. You love the simple things in life, and I want it to be romantic for once. I know I am not a very romantic man, and I did not even ask you properly to marry me. I am going to make it up to you, I promise you. I want you to see a side of me you've never seen before. I can be romantic if I want to," I laugh.

It was about wanting the person you loved to be happy, even if that happiness didn’t include you. And then, he saw them. He saw Kayla and Liam being led out of the building by firefighters, their clothes soaked, their faces covered in soot, their bodies limp with exhaustion. But they were alive. And they were holding each other, their hands clasped tightly together, their eyes fixed on each other as if they couldn’t bear to look away.

Her lips parted and her eyes began to pour small drops of tears. “What are you doing? You're a firefighter! You should be saving my mother inside!” Rio captured everyone's eyes when he attacked the firefighter and even grabbed his collar. He was filled with rage and pain at that moment. “Sir, I'm sorry but we can't do anything anymore. The fire is extreme, I'm afraid we cannot save your mother who's inside.” The man explained professionally while Rio was still grabbing his collar and eyeing him with his widened eyes. “What? You fvcking idiots! You don't even know your job! Save my mother! Save her! What are yo—”

“There is no he! I just… maybe… fell into someone’s arms. Literally.” Cássia gasped so loud my phone speaker crackled. “Meu Deus, you did! Who is it? Tell me he was hot.” I peeked out from under the blanket, resigned. “Fine. He’s… a firefighter.” Her eyes went saucer-wide. “A firefighter? You landed in firefighter arms? Caro, that is prime romance novel material. Did you at least kiss him?” “No!” I sputtered, nearly spilling my coffee. “It wasn’t like that. I was chasing a cat, ”

Especially those on graveyard shift. Dylan almost lost himself when he saw the fire. The fire crackled and roared. It is obvious that it has no intention of beating the waters of firefighters. The orange and red flames liked the walls. Tears started to stream down Dylan's face. He just confessed; he just had a chance to make things right for her; he just wanted to have her. Why? Why is this happening? His hand shook uncontrollably, his nails digging into his palms as he fought against the restraint of his friend.