London Calling Lyrics Novels & Stories

A few people are chatting on their tables, while others are staring at the front where a mini stage was located. There was a background song and a woman in her twenties held a microphone as her lips mouthed the lyrics of the song, her eyes closed. “So don't call me baby Unless you mean it And don't tell me you need me If you don't believe it So let me know the truth Before I dive right into you” The song was familiar, I heard it a lot of times but I don't know the title. A waiter came into view and asked for our order. "What do you want, babe?" Luke asked me. I raised my eyebrows. Babe? "Really, Luke? What kind of a call sign is that?"

I'd to remain speechless throughout the trip London. ******* After a few stopovers at different airports, we finally arrived at London Docklands. My eyes couldn't ignored the natural weight she carries in her stomach, that alone inspired me to helped her with her heavy brown leather luggage, and we both touched the ground. "Mrs. Scott..." I called, and she cut my words short, my voice low but urgent, "Please call me, Tracia, Scott is inhuman." She declared sharply, her voice laced with confusion, but I have enough worries to add hers to mine.

Not waiting for everyone to type their answers, London went to the next round. “Queenie says, recite a line from my favourite poem boldly.” Her capable mods flashed the new code containing a string of letters only with some in bold. The chest went crazy trying to type all four words in bold before moving to the last question. Some viewers got it, while most failed. “I want to buy ten diamond rings, but they must be engraved at the capital.”

“I was just about to call you. Taylors in London and I’m meeting her for that hot yoga class she’s always raving about. What are you up to? I’ve missed you. Sorry I’m blabbering on and on and I haven’t let you get a word in!” I stop in my tracks when it’s not Delilah’s voice replying, “So you’re in London then?” His deep voice washes over me and I’m frozen in place. Unable to speak, jaw hanging open. “Come on Tess. Please talk to me. I’ve missed hearing your voice.” My heart skips a beat. My mind is completely frazzled. I can’t make any words come out of my mouth. For what seems like minutes my mouth flops open and closed in disbelief. “I ummm. I think you must have the wrong number. Sorry.”

Whispered like a prayer, never like a curse. London. My voice failed me, trembling like my unstable emotions. “How do you know that name?” Ryan’s face shifted, a snarl peeling across his lips as he began pacing. His boots echoed against the cold floor, serpentine. He closed the distance between us like a predator in a small cage.

My phone felt heavy in my hand. The unknown number still on the screen. Vivienne's voice still echoing in my head. "Enjoying Paris? See you in London."

Never forget that. How sweet he was! I felt melting. Chubby-girl: Thank you, honey. London-man: It’s the first time you called me honey. I love it! You must call me honey often. I smiled when I read that. Then suddenly I got an idea. So I called him. Since his phone rang, he took it and glanced at me while raising his eyebrow because it was my name on his phone’s screen. He laughed while taking the phone. “Hello?” “I just want to call you, honey.”

All these she listed to me after telling her our next trip was for London. But this time I decided to make a video call with her first view being the beautiful lake that was behind the hotel. I placed the call and immediately placed the camera to the beautiful lake. Gorgeous meeting gorgeous!! Exactly how I love it. “1…2…3… “Arghhhhh you are in London already, oh my gosh it's so beautiful!” Lois screamed at the top of her voice and that was exactly how I pictured her exact reaction. The smile on her face was what I was always there for..

And my heart chose to break on its free will. The room was silent as I kept playing, and I let the notes climb up to the chorus: So call it a cage. Go on and call it a cage. I know how it must look from the outside. Call it a cage. Go on and call it a cage. But you weren't there when the tears are dried. Call it a cage. Go on and call it a cage. Some doors you can open, and some doors you can’t. So call it a cage, Go on. And I'll call it mine.

Ryder. “Come back,” he said. “We’ll fix this together.” “I need time.” “You have thirty minutes. Then I come find you.” The call ended. I walked faster, tears blurring the sidewalk. The city noise pressed in — honking taxis, rushing people, normal lives I no longer had. I ducked into a small café and ordered coffee I didn’t want, sitting in the back corner. My mind replayed everything. The arena. The hallway. The desk. The bed. The way he made me count. The way he made me come. The way he made me love him despite everything.