Book In London Novels & Stories

He didn't tell me that his bar is in London! itsclarixass

City of London, 1700. In the busy city of London, carts filled with fruits and vegetables, goods, wines and people rolled past the stone way streets in the middle of the market here and there... In the front yard of a huge brown house that stood majestically beside the street was a seated girl who was rethinking and reliving her past and going over her plan for the umpteenth time for any glitch in it. There must be no slight mistake in any way and her plan must be carried out smoothly.

Therefore, I need to find a bus station! Though I need to hurry up to catch up with the time that is slipping from my hand. However, I have not forgotten that I am starving for too long. I need to find a shop as soon as possible. I started walking again in the hope to find a local shop selling some hot gripping burgers or sandwiches. Oh! Whom I am kidding? If I am in London I should try sandwiches as I have heard in past; London offers you the best sandwiches in the world and I am not in the mood of eating boiled potatoes.

𝙻𝙾𝙻. 𝙱𝚢𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚢. 𝚂𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚜. -------------- Landon sighed as he closed the pages of the book and threw it back to the dark corner he picked it from.

I am trembling as I walk into 1 Lombard Street, a restaurant that is located in the heart of the City of London. I have a vague idea of the man with whom I am about to come face-to-face. My go-to reaction when faced with something, or someone, I am unsure about is to do my research. Forewarned is forearmed, as they say, and the Internet is a marvellous invention. It took a few G****e searches to narrow down my Alexander Davenport, but when I finally tracked down the website for Davenport Wines, I was able to confirm that the person I had met was the same guy in the picture on the page of company directors.

She may have dated but she had her dignity. In the heart of London's bustling streets, where the clatter of carriages and the aroma of freshly baked bread filled the air, Ava Sinclair found solace in her world of culinary delights. Her passion for cooking led her to establish a quaint little store, nestled amidst the elegant shops that lined the cobblestone streets.

Am I at the right place? Well I am. The receptionist cross-checked my invitation card against the list of guests. The London Eye glitters like a giant platinum ring, and the Big Ben and the Palace of Westminster, gleaming like gold against the evening sky! What a view! I don’t mind the chill. November isn’t a bad time to be in London. Table number four it is. Four is my lucky number! But just thirty tables? Makes sense. It’s not crowd, it’s The Crème.

Zane grinned, stuffing the spent monster back in his pants. “Same to you, daddy,” London winked, wiping down the shiny jeweled toy and putting it back on the shelf. London may have been known as a high riding bitch of the publishing world, but being a bitch was who she was, it was the fiber of her being and the core of her soul. This bossy bitch knew how to get what she wanted, and more importantly how to keep it.

My heart could burst. "You, are so incredibly sweet" I mumble gently against his lips, still humming from my rather frenzied kiss. Rhodes's shy smile sends a warmth through my chest as we walk into the tiny bookstore, about as narrow as my apartment back home in London . It's walls are packed full of books and wildly beautiful quotes from underrated authors, I end up with a large stack of books in my arms secured by my chin as we finish touring the place. The whole time Rhodes stands beside me, pointing out books with amusing titles or a cool poster hanging high up on the wall.

Outside the building, a massive storm began to gather over the London sky, as if nature itself knew that tomorrow, history would be permanently changed by the world's strongest and most dangerous couple. END OF CHAPTER 31..