London Calling Lyrics Novels & Stories

Naomi West ****** I drive away in my car as fast as possible after abandoning Denzel. I didn’t think it’d work, considering how clingy he’s been ever since getting discharged from the hospital. But thank God it did. And I can resume living my life like a free bird. Feeling joyful, I play London Boy by Taylor Swift and sing along with her. “You know I love a London boy. I enjoy nights in Brixton, Shoreditch, in the afternoon. He likes my American smile like a child when our eyes meet, darling, I fancy you–”

She is too sweet and docile, and I hoped she had a wolf equal to her. “Penny, are you ok how was your change”? I waited for her reply. Nothing. I could not hear her. Again, I called out to her “Penny can you hear me are you ok, I need to know if you are alright”. I paused 'Penny' I screamed in my mind.

My voice comes out dry and my throat itches . His head snaps immediately at the direction of my voice . His dark green eyes light up as soon as they fall on my face "Bloom ,"he squeezes my hands and I squeeze them back . "I thought I lost you !"he almost cries trying to hug me but my body is too fragile so he just sits there like a child and looks at me in excitement. "Water ,"I croak out . "Wow the first thing you demand for is water ,"London laughs . "I'm very thirsty ,"I whine at London.

I get a message from him on my cell phone. She's already impatiently asking who's coming. I'll be right there, let the band perform. " Hi, good evening, my England!" A shiver runs through my body. Tears spring to my eyes when he says that. The motherland speaks loudly in my heart! " Good evening, London, Manchester, York, Elton John!' Everyone shouts. " We'll have a lot of Sir Elton John tonight. But first!" I get off the bench and start to approach, slowly, through the crowd, seeing that she doesn't even notice me approaching and that's exactly what I planned. The lead singer keeps talking, very well paid for it.

I feel tears building and swallow hard pushing them back. “Could you explain it more?” Cain asked with a tone of understanding in his voice. His voice sounding softer than I had heard it before. “The first of the sounds was the calling, it meant that I needed to follow, there was somewhere I had to be or help, in a way,” I shrugged. “The others are more complicated.” “Last night?”

Preparing. Because time— Time was no longer on our side. The Call My phone buzzed again. Unknown number. Again. I didn’t hesitate this time. I answered. “Hello.” Silence. Then— A different voice. Calm. Female. “You shouldn’t trust him.” My steps slowed slightly. “Who?” A soft exhale came through the line. “You’ll find out soon enough.” My grip tightened. “Stop calling me with riddles.” “You’re going to London,” she said.

I said before adding, "I couldn't seem to find it anywhere inside my room and if I used the house phone, well, Kitty told me you guys track numbers and listen to phonecalls..." "Yes. We do." Luke confirmed, "As you can see, this house is very thoroughly secured." "I know." I bobbed my head twice. A minute ago I felt overwhelmed, but now everything felt a thousand time worst. I didn't even realize I was trembling until Luke placed his hand on my shoulder and shook it lightly. "London?" "I want to make a private call." I blurted out, feeling tears in my eyes and a sob welling up, "Can I please borrow your phone, please?"

" He won't . " " I'm headed to London please call me when you want so that we can just work something out and just talk because I haven't seen you in a while and I'm still happy that you have broken up with that good-for-nothing son of a very respectable man and woman who don't know what spawn of the devil they bore. " "Those are very colorful words that I would have loved to use but I couldn't use them and thank you for seeing them on my behalf to tell you what we'll talk about when you are in London and just a reminder I had to work on Monday I'm working for Thompson's."

Maybe then you'd know me 'Cause I've had everything But no one's listening And that's just fuckin' lonely I'm so lo-o-o-onely Lo-o-o-onely I'm so lo-o-o-onely Lo-o-o-onely What if you had it all But nobody to call? Maybe then you'd know me 'Cause I've had everything But no one's listening And that's just fuckin' lonely I'm so lo-o-o-onely Lo-o-o-onely I'm so lo-o-o-onely Lo-o-o-onely VERONA'S POV ( ELIZABETH'S MOTHER)

“You know, for someone that always has a comeback, you’re awfully quiet.” London chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck.“Just tired, I guess.” “Uh-huh.” I don’t believe him. I never do when people say that. Tired is just code for emotionally overwhelmed. Or trying not to explode. We walk another block. Then I ask, “So… do you even have a girlfriend?” London stops mid-step and coughs like I just shoved a piece of steak down his throat. I laugh. I can't help it. “What the hell, Cam?” he sputters. “Where did that come from?”