Novel & Cerita Romance About Firefighters

I say with a wide smile on my face, enjoying watching how the innocent face she was trying to use to look like the victim transforms into a look of sheer hatred directed at me. "You fucking bitch!" she shouts, lunging at me. Before I know it, we are in a hot catfight. I am so angry and ready to beat her up but can’t help hearing the whispers from the firefighters surrounding us. "Damn, these women are going at it. Those scratches look like they hurt, but damn, does that look hot." "Yeah, we should probably stop them, but I can’t look away. One of their shirts is ripped." "Who knows how long it’ll take for them to rip all their clothes off?"

There were many he didn’t know, but of the few he did, he had known them well. There was Jennifer West, the beautiful and spontaneous girl he had dated when he had first come here. She had been attacked as she was attempting to escape the flames and for her troubles, her lungs and upper stomach had been cut deeply. She might as well have died in his arms. He had hoped, a lost hope, but he had known the cause to be lost when he saw the frothy, light colored blood coating her mouth and running down her lips—lips that he had once kissed. That singular thought brought the waiting tears to his eyes and this time, he allowed his emotions to flow without restraint.

They clashed and met, then separated to repeat a similar rhythm. Velia squeezed Lucas' broad chest. Lucas' reception drove her wild with desire. She spurred on and shifted slightly to position Lucas' masculinity at her sensitive spot. Desire was fulfilled. It felt intoxicating. Injecting addiction and greed that fueled their passion. As if there was a blazing fire engulfing them. Surrounding and burning them as if they were worthless pieces of wood. Igniting. Sparking. Each flame brought forth a growing blaze. Boiling. Evaporating. Each heat brought forth cascades of sweat.

I called his attention and he just nodded with opening his eyes to look at me. Hm. He's obviously drunk. The driver started the car and soon, we were on the road already. I fixed my gaze on the window and looked at the dark streets and buildings as we drove pass them. It was so late already. I thought about Karen and how evil she was. Thank goodness I got to find out about it today. At least, now I know she's a devil. I'm definitely going to tell Ryan about it. And that Jackson...so, he actually wanted to ruin my marriage?

“Then maybe that’s worth fighting for.” Jasmine sighed. “Yeah… but I’m not sure he wants to fight for me.” “Then make him want to,” Tia said firmly. “Don’t let the hot, emotionally constipated firefighter get away just because he’s scared. Men like that don’t find girls like you twice.” Jasmine smiled faintly. “You’re insane.” “Obviously,” Tia said. “But also right.” Before Jasmine could respond, she heard the creak of the front door opening downstairs heavy, sharp footsteps.

“Officers, please. Let me be with my mother. I’ve been dead for a long time since the person I love left me, it doesn’t make any difference if I’m consumed by fire.” “I’d be so much happier having my mom with me, even if the fire burns me to ashes.” The female firefighter sat in front of me, to be at the same height as I was. “Ma’am, it hurts to think about what’s happening now it’s a heavy burden. But that doesn’t mean your life stops here. Perhaps there is a purpose in why you were not caught in the fire.”

That was why I couldn't blame Adrian the night he offered me fifty bucks to sleep with him. "Hmm?" I groaned, smirking at my little fire boy. "But I don't see any fire." "You're pretty funny, sir." He let out a seductive smile which should have made me want to take him to a hotel if I didn't have a sweet little boy sucking me real good right now. "You're blocking the entrance. We might get a call and... Oh, well here we go." The dude grinned when fire alarm started blaring. I smiled when I saw the disappointment in his eyes. My sexy firefighter might have not meant any of his words when he told me to move my car. It felt like he wanted me here. But so bad, I had Adrian now.

It would easily cost a packet dollars per month. ... Without hesitation, I took the shortest route and drove straight to the postpartum center. The fire was out, but the ground floor was completely charred and in disarray. I was about to rush upstairs when several firefighters stopped me. “What do you want? We’re still cleaning up the site. Nobody’s allowed in,” one of them said impatiently, almost spitting in my face. I suppressed my irritation and said, “I’m looking for my husband, Tristan.” When the firefighters heard this, they let out a scornful sneer.

When our house went up in flames, I was cleaning the bathroom without any access to anything that could cause a fire. In all the years we were married, I always suffered quietly, not telling him about any of my woes since he was working hard as a firefighter. Naturally, I had never committed arson at all, much less because of petty jealousy. I turned to look at Joey again, realizing that he was even worse than I'd imagined. There was small wonder, then, why the firefighters treated me coldly in my past life, and why I always had a hard time finding a job no matter where I went.

"Stop the fire? Horseshit. You're just looking for an excuse to violate me!" "I'm a firefighter, miss. Here are my credentials," I said, amused, and pulled out my badge and ID. She studied the documents. Her skepticism faded slightly, though her temper remained intact. "So what if you're a firefighter? You're still a guy. Men are all bozos and scum." Let me see. She was drunk and trying to set things on fire… "Is that what this is about? Love troubles?" I asked. "Even so, you shouldn't try to end your life over it."