Book In London Novels & Stories

“Come on, there’s something I want to show you.” We stepped into the Reading Room—and for a moment, even he went quiet. “Built in 1857,” I said, spinning slowly under the vast domed ceiling. “This used to be the heart of the British Library. Karl Marx wrote here. So did Oscar Wilde. Virginia Woolf, too.” I glanced back at him with a grin. “Imagine how many dangerous ideas were born right under this roof.” I ran my fingers along one of the circular desks. “They say knowledge is power—but honestly, it’s also a hell of a seduction tactic.”

Hashmuk whisphered against his ears, licking his earlobes. "Hashmuk, I have something to do." He tried to wriggle himself free from his grip when he recalled that him and his friends had agreed to meet at the palace’s library to dig deeper into the magic books they had carried along with them. "What do you want to do? Can’t it wait?" He asked, trailing kisses down his body. He wasn’t given time to respond because the next minute Hashmuk captured his lips for an itense deep kiss. Kelvin smiled through the kiss, closed his eyes and gripped Hashmuk’s hair. With one swap, he turned him so that he would be on top and captured his lips, pulled him against him for another heated kiss.

My first day in London was cold enough to be forgotten. The weather was horrible, and my legs were shaking like a pair of noodles. Things in London are so different from my hometown. Everyone is from top to bottom and no one stays still, while there are so many lights around the city, that sometimes I am blinded by them. Before this change in my life, I lived in a town called Bunbury, a town where nothing at all ever happens. So I was very lucky to be sent to cold London.

Hazel loved this place, its quietude a stark contrast to the bustling city outside. She navigated the labyrinthine aisles, her fingers tracing the spines of well-worn books, her mind already lost in the world of literature. Today, she was on a quest for a first edition of Jane Austen's "Pride and Prejudice," a rare treasure she'd been hunting for weeks.

Actually, stupidly, embarrassingly happy in the way that sat warm behind my ribs and refused to behave professionally. I picked up the second bag before my face could finish announcing this to the room. Inside was a book. Small, worn at the edges, the kind that came from a specific shop rather than an airport. I turned it over. Architecture. Edinburgh, specifically. Old drawings of buildings that had never been built. I looked up. He was watching Brynn try on the scarf. He wasn't looking at me. But the book was in my hands and it was specific in a way that airport gifts weren't and I pressed my lips together and looked back down at it.

The luxurious penthouse in the heart of London offered a breathtaking view of the illuminated city skyline, Big Ben, and the Thames River sparkling below. The cool evening air carried the faint scent of rain on concrete, expensive leather, and the subtle warmth of a crackling fireplace. Soft ambient lighting highlighted the modern yet elegant interior with its floor-to-ceiling windows and plush furnishings.

door at the back of the library. ​She threw the door open. ​Julian and Leo were there, but they weren't sitting on the floor anymore. They were standing in front of a massive, glass window that looked out onto a London that was Vanishing. ​Buildings were being replaced by "Error 404" blocks. The sky was turning into a "Blue Screen of Death." ​"Nora!" Julian turned, his eyes full of the 180 volumes of history. He looked at her, and the recognition was so deep it felt like a physical blow. "You're here. But the world... the world is closing."

— I will tell you when I get any news Celie had said in a text but that was two days ago. As I was on my way to the main hall to meet a few wizards, my phone chimed. I looked around surreptitiously before fishing it out from my pocket. — Go to the library and pick the book placed in the fourth row on the last shelf on your right. It should be a black thick book with gold outlines. Look up the details of the queen, then tell me your findings. That was an odd request. I typed an acknowledgement anyway and decided to visit the library after the meeting

I pee a lot, and smelling and seeing things that are sensitive to my body makes me puke. "Liam, just leave the poor girl alone." Sydney stepped in and pressed those breasts of hers on Liam's arm. "Come on. The book is a room. So we are going to have loads of fun." Loads of fun, indeed. "Just give me a minute," Liam brushed Sydney off, making her pout. "Lily, are you okay?" I scoffed.

"You can wait here, I'll come to Mr. Miller." I nodded, and did what I had wanted to do for a long time. I walked over to one of the large shelves as she entered a hallway at the end of this room, and I was surprised because I thought these books were just replicas made of styrofoam. In fact these books are really original, or books that are copies of the original books. Which, of course, is also old. I pulled up a book called Bleak House by Charles Dickens. One of the books was dark blue with an old engraving on its back.