Romance About Firefighters の小説・ストーリー

He lies, promises fake futures, and when he gets bored, he throws them away. Lisa doesn’t see it. And why would she? She looks at the world like it’s not out to get her. She could make any man fall for her, especially someone pathetic enough to rely on flattery like Brooke. But he isn’t getting near her. Not when I’m in the picture. If I can’t have her, no one will. Call me a selfish bastard, I don’t care. I wear that title like a crown. Then came the moment I could get the reason to fire her. She stared at me with fire in her eyes. Not fear. Not submission. Fire.

The fire mirrored what they felt, contained, controlled, but undeniably alive. Sometimes they never moved beyond that space. No rush to the bedroom since intimacy near the fireplace was not all about its location. The fireplace meant surrendering to warmth, to closeness, to the quiet certainty that they were safe with each other. Bodies warm. Skin damp with heat. Hearts open. The fire didn’t just warm the room. It reminded them why they chose each other every time where the world couldn’t reach them. Dominic held Althea by the waist as she rides him, thrusting herself up and down on him, her body arching towards him.

I also watched her hands that were now typing on her expensive cellphone. Her high nails are beautifully shaped with beautiful red cuticles. I couldn't help but feel ashamed of her. I bit my lip and bowed my head because of the shame I felt. Did I have to move seats now? "Hello, Carla. Yeah, I'm on my way to El Fuego right now. I didn't know it was this hard to commute. If I had known, I would have just brought my car. This is so hassle, but to think that I'm gonna see him, I felt it is all worth it. Yeah! I know right."

The onl‍y sound is the wind whistling through brok‌en steel. Finall‍y, he sighs. “If he’s‌ o⁠ut there, we’l‍l find him. But you can’t‍ burn yourself out waiti⁠ng.” I s⁠ha‌ke my head. “I’m not waiting.” My vo‍ice trembles. “I’m surviv‌in‍g. For him.” --- That nig‍ht, I dream of fire again. Bu⁠t thi⁠s ti‌me,‍ I see something‍ else—an⁠ ima⁠ge burned into my mind. Damon’s hand reaching for mine throu⁠gh smoke.‌ His voice echoing in the dis⁠t‍ance:

Rage settled deeper in my chest until it felt like molten metal trying to pour through my ribs. “How did this start?” I asked. “We don’t know yet,” the firefighter answered. “But from the way the flames spread, and from what some workers reported before it grew, it didn’t start naturally.” Of course it didn’t. I opened my eyes again with a tightening expression. Christiano put a hand on the man’s arm. “He understands,” he told him quietly. The firefighter nodded and ran back toward his team.

she hesitates, “me?” Holding her hand tighter, I nod as the past burns through me with hissing, spitting flames. For the first time in years, I let myself relive the fire, the small snippet of it I was exposed to before the fire department got me out. To think, it was all because Aunt Rosa had a romance with a criminal. “I think we can both agree you’ve got no business telling me who to fall for now,” I say after a long pause. “I just wanted to keep you safe.”

A large crowd stands before the still-burning building as the firefighters continue to put out the fire as best as they know how. The barista I spoke to is in a towel as a firefighter speaks to her about the nature of the accident, but she looks as if she is in shock, so words more than three syllables do not leave her. I don’t know what I thought I would find by coming here; the crowd only seems interested in the smoke and the fighters in the fire. It's easier to tell myself that it wasn’t Dominic instead of trying to piece that it is. What motive would he have to-

It does look more comfortable than this chair. Moving over to the other end of the couch, I can see him smiling from the corner of my eye. Who on earth would have imagined my night turning out this way? In a man’s home. A man that I didn’t even know up until tonight. It sounds like a typical romcom. Hell, who on earth would have thought I would be mated to the biggest scum on the planet? Although their wolves were amazing, I must say. The goddess must hate me for some reason.

Everything was in set, taking place one after the other. Enola found herself lying helplessly on the bed to the satisfiable desires of Bruno and hers. They had a great night, a night of lustful kiss and lustful sex. To them, it was so beautiful, they were celebrating their love. Of course they felt tired, Bruno being a short time man when it has to do with relationship was very opposite when it comes to satisfying of pleasurable desires.

Dante loved my friend, he didn’t say it, but you could see it in the way he looked at her and the way he protects her, she’s the most naïve and innocent person I’ve ever met yet he tries to preserve that in her instead of trying to destroy it. Dante is a firefighter I met at the station I worked at, I introduced the two, for Dante it was love at first sight, Tia used to work as a nurse but when she heard I was going to move she wanted to follow me and we both went for EMT training when she told Dante about the move, he told her he would come as well. So he followed us to Chicago because of his love for my friend. “I’ll go and get her…” I tell him.