British Novels & Stories

a voice called out and I followed it to be treated by a woman who looked to be in her 30's. "Yes," "Some of us shoppers in the store aren't comfortable with-" "Me being with my wife," I finished hearing the complaint a lot more than I should've. "It's just not something most people would like to see," "If you don't like it, you can shop somewhere else," "I really don't think you have the right to tell me where I can and cannot shop," "And you don't have the right to tell me how to interact with my wife," "Yes but you should at least know better than to-"

I assured him. His eyes lit up, "We're friends?" I nudged his shoulder playfully, "Of course, we're friends." "It's nothing serious, it's just that..." He took a long deep breath, "...I miss home." "New York?" I inquired. "No." He chuckled humorlessly. "Bath." "You're from England?" I said surprised. "Yeah, I am. I was born and raised there." "That means you're British. But you don't have an-"

"Yeah, that's right. Don't lie to me. I know this stuff." He decided it would be best not to argue, not when her other hand was so close to his neck. "I am so sorry." "Heh, at least you're humble. You talk strange, though. Are you British? Or are you just a pompous weirdo?" "Part British," he lied quickly. "Heh," she said again. "So that's your only selling point? So what if you're a good-looking part-British dude? That doesn't mean you can date my best friend."

He speaks English, the Greek god speak English. “I'm really sorry, but I was not checking you out in anyway” I quickly composed myself and internally hit my head on an invisible wall so I’ll die to avoid this embarrassment. “It's written all over your face” I just embarrassed myself. “Im Michael and you are?” He stretched his hand out for a handshake and I quickly took it “I'm Vanessa” I replied “I know you're Vanessa Decruz, fiancee of the great one and only Arab prince, Richard Amaan”

I say in my best texas sheriff voice making Acre laugh "Shut up" mom snaps and by the tone of her voice I know not to even think about disobeying her "It's unheard of, why are they coming out into the open?" Uncle Antony asks continuing as though mine and moms exchange hadn't happened, "Im more concerned they have set off a bomb in the middle of London," dad says to him with a worried look, grandma Beth also looks worried as she says "What can we do?" "Im not sure that we can do anything baby" grandpa Luke mumbles as he keeps watching the devastation on the t.v.

Roger: "2-1-2 formation? Could you explain that, Lily?" Lily: "Sure, Roger. A 2-1-2 formation means that the British team use two suckers, the position I played, one shagger or possibly an arser and two tonguians, reamists or manipulators." Roger: "Well, Lily, the British are entering the arena now and making their way to the central podium. They're wearing their customary and patriotic costume of miniscule white bikinis with red hold-up stockings and blue stiletto heels and they look fabulous. Perhaps you could introduce each of them and explain their positions as they climb onto the stage."

P, both Turkish and British, are present every year. Before leaving the Helles area, they visited both the big British War Memorial which contains the names of all those “with no known grave”, including some 200 of his own Battalion, among them some of the farmhands who lived in his own remote Dorset village. The inscription on the monument reads: “To the Memory of 20, 504 British sailors and soldiers who feel, and 248 Australian soldiers who fell in this neighborhood and have no known grave”.

Bianca said. I scrunched my face at her words. How did she even think of that? Betty laughed. They proceed to start gushing, fawning and fangirling about Alex. I rolled my eyes at that, wondering how long they'd continue to talk for. When they'd managed to stop fangirling and get their shit together, I heaved a soundless sigh of relief. “I've always wanted to date a British guy, you know.” Bianca sighed. “Forget this one. Brittany will never let that happen.” Betty told her.

He was british and in his late 40's. " You know it Benjamin " He walked over to me and tilted his head slightly. His arm was at a perfect 90 degree angle as he held his table napkin that was completely wrinkle free and folded. " You seem.... distracted " " By? " I questioned him and he just stared at me. " I'm not quite sure but I know it's something " " You don't know anything Ben " I said as the elevator opened. " I know almost everything sir. If you've forgotten already I'm british "

I immediately saved her number. Me: yeah sure. unknown: 9th XXX drive. I looked at the weather app on my phone to check if it was too cold to go, we were smack dab in the middle of October and if it was too cold then sorry. It was 56 degrees outside, I guess it wasn't too cold. Me: kk.