Books Set In London Novels & Stories

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.

London wasn’t exactly what Ru had imagined it would be. In her mind, it was the hauntingly beautiful, foggy world of Dickens and Peter Pan. In reality, it was a lot like every other noisy, crowded city she’d ever visited, although some of the architecture was unlike anything she’d ever imagined. Perhaps if she’d had more time to actually visit some of the touristy places, she’d have come away with a different impression, but for now, she would rather read about the capital of Great Britain than actually visit.

The penthouse suite of the Obsidian Hotel felt less like a sanctuary and more like a gilded cage, though with Julian Thorne as the warden, I found myself less inclined to escape. The city of London sprawled beneath us, a carpet of twinkling lights that seemed to mock the darkness of the corporate war I’d just declared.

I haven’t even touched my suitcase yet and already my nerves are buzzing like I’m about to be interviewed for a position I didn’t apply for. I opt for sleek casual. Black jeans, a cropped cashmere sweater, and heeled boots that say yes-I-own-my-choices. Minimal makeup, light perfume. I don’t know what I’m trying to prove. Maybe just that I can play this part too. That I can look like someone worthy of being whisked away to London on a whim. London is completely different from New York. The buildings have seen some shit over the past few centuries, and nobody's looking at me like I might be plotting something. It's weirdly refreshing.

The rain over London had turned into a freezing downpour, the kind that blurred the city’s neon lights into smears of cold light. Alessandro and Caro stood on the Embankment, the black waters of the Thames churning beside them. The Librarian’s ultimatum hung in the air like a poisoned fog.

“What the hell do you mean by leave?” Lorenzo steps closer. His voice lowers, more serious now, less amused. “Because you might think these people are hiding under your father’s roof, in the shadows. But they’re not.” My throat tightens. “Then where the hell are they?” He looks me dead in the eye. “Our allies,” he says, “the ones who really want her legacy destroyed… are in London.” My breath catches. London? My fists curl at my sides. So that’s where the rot lives.

CHAPTER ONE Unforgotten Janice gazed through the window of the tinted glass of the land rover as it sped past the busy London street. It was a wet evening in London; the streetlights decorated the street like satellites dotted across the galaxy. The lights from the apartment's windows made it even better- the view was simply breathtaking! This is one of the many things Janice loved about London; aside from the weather, the tea and cake, especially St. Lauren's tea shop is the absolute best!

London was a fascinating mix of history and modern life, where medieval castles stood beside sleek skyscrapers, and where it was perfectly normal to have afternoon tea while discussing digital marketing strategies. The Kensington London office was in an elegant building in Mayfair, overlooking Hyde Park. It was smaller than the headquarters in Serene Port, but it had its own charm with mahogany furniture and those huge windows that filled the place with the golden light of a rare London afternoon. When the sun decided to show up, of course, because in two months I'd already learned that the city's reputation for constant rain wasn't exaggerated. "Annie, you're daydreaming again," Gwen said,

"I suppose no place in London is truly safe, which is why no woman should walk the streets alone, especially in the evening." Her gaze grew distant for a moment. "It is a mistake I will not make again." Then she looked down at her book. "Next question, my lord." Well, he'd tried. Perhaps a more circuitous route was required to win her trust. "What book are you reading?" He nodded at the tome she'd set aside. "Adam Smith's Wealth of Nations." "Truly?" He blinked at her. Most men he knew couldn't finish that book, and he'd never given much thought to whether a woman would read it. Not that he didn't think a woman could manage it, just that it was so bloody boring

Now I've created a loud silence. "So... Welcome to London!" Jax says to lighten the mood. "Thanks." I smile. They go quiet again. Hayes looks at his phone. "Liam and Nat are getting on the jet now. They'll be here in a bit." I've never been more excited. I think about them the rest of the ride to the house. My thoughts are accompanied by London's beautiful architecture. It's so different than New York. There's just a different character to it. Most of Manhattan is laid out in meticulous rectangles with intersection upon intersection in the same pattern. In London, there are things besides right angles. There are even curves. It's color of gray is better than ours. I wouldn't mind coming here