British Novels & Stories

"Oh, my bad, who's this? I didn't know you were coming with a friend." "Well, yeah," Seb hesitated, giving Alex a quick glance. "This is-" His palms immediately felt damp as he rubbed them together. He looked up to briefly meet his dad's gaze, noticing be was staring at him, and expecting a response. Crikey, he didn't expect it to be that hard. With a deep exhale he gave Alex one more glance then faced his dad. "This is Alex. Yeah, a friend." "Oh, hi Alex!" Seb's dad said with a smile. "I didn't know Seb had any friends here at London. Anyways nice to meet you, I'm Frank."

I ask, and they thought before Blake came up with something. "She's British."

Either I win or not, I’m still gonna visit her at work tomorrow. “One.” “Two.” “Three!”

He asks, but I just stare him down. Uncle Rhys was never good at keeping secrets from me. He sighs. “The crew are working out of some dock. Border… Bonty something.” I frown as I think back. I don’t know the names of any docks, and there are hundreds on the coast. It would take me days to try and work out which– “Bautic?” I ask, and he snaps his fingers. “Yes, that’s the one. How did you know?” “I just… heard it somewhere.” I mutter.

he crossed his arms while standing beside me observing the brunette. She was pretty but her dress code screamed prostitute. Her skirt was too short for comfort and her shirt revealed too much skin and to top it all off, she was a pretty little slip of a thing. "No." She said. "THAT THING-" she gestures to me "-doesn't deserve to be here."

This was not going my way, and that made me very, very angry. “Our people report that she has refused to assist” “What?” I snarled, shrugging the robe on over my shoulders and tying it at the waist. “That makes no sense – she is the chosen one. It is her sole purpose! She cannot simply refuse to help!” “Well it would appear she has. Perhaps the plight of others doesn’t move her? Perhaps she thought dear Rasmus – den lille konge – was quite mad? It would seem he located her in London. It’s possible she’s human.”

I knew she would listen. I ran into work, dodging past the bleary-eyed morning shoppers and exhausted-looking mothers. The sun was just pulling itself out of the horizon, making its tedious trek up the sky to give us light for the day. I felt its weak glow on my back before it disappeared behind a cloud. The second I arrived, I saw Adeia near the entrance immediately. She was wearing a pale blue dress that reached past her ankles. It trailed lightly on the floor behind her and in my opinion, she looked like a goddess. It suited her perfectly.