London Calling Novel Novels & Stories

“ You have grabbed it as if it were quite entertained. There he realized that he had been all the trip with page twenty, without moving it, without turning it, without reading. She had no idea what that novel was about, despite being one of his favorite authors, Agatha Christie on that occasion, had not been able to alleviate his pain, his unease, his uncertainty. She looked at the woman in the red feather coat, a color that could be seen from leagues ten meters away. If someone were to kill that lady, she would make it easy for him to locate her. “The novel? Well, good. “I couldn't answer anything else. The lady looked at her with brown eyes fixed on her. Without understanding what he was c

ISLA’S POV It feels as though London did not welcome me, because why is it so cold? The city was filled with people, and trains were moving so fast. It was as if it had no time for a woman whose heart had just been broken because she left the love of her life continents away. By the time I stepped out of the black car Lucan had arranged for me. I stood before the tall building he had called his temporary residence. The doorman opened the door and ushered me in. “Welcome, Miss Campbell.”

Zehra turned the last page of the novel she'd found in Lawrence's bedchamber earlier that day. It had been so wonderful to find an engaging read. She had read some English novels before, but never these "Gothic" ones, as Lawrence had called them, for they were rare in Shiraz, the area where she was from. The adventures of Lady Isabelle had distracted her from her loneliness for a time, but when she heard the click of the door opening her heart leapt.

Unexpectedly, before the police contacted me, I received a call from Laura. “Felix, if you want your mother to live, get to the hospital rooftop right now.”

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

Heavy snow had fallen over the northern part of the city. Northern Capitoville, this ancient and bustling city, already carried a hint of cold before the snow arrived. The sky seemed slowly covered by an enormous gray curtain, overcast, oppressive, and silent. The trees along the streets trembled in the cold wind. Their bare branches looked particularly stark against the dim sky. Occasionally, a few withered leaves were swept up by the wind, spinning weakly in the air before slowly falling back down. The moment Cora stepped out of the airport, the cold northern wind gave her goosebumps. Fortunately, only the short walk from the plane exposed her to the wind and snow.

Madison As the Bentley pulled away from The Savoy, I stole one last glance at the iconic London hotel. My first trip to London had been anything but ordinary, from sightseeing at London's landmarks to uncovering the person behind the drug incident. "Going to miss London?" Alexander asked, noticing my backward glance. "The parts where I wasn't involved in your personal spy drama? Yes, absolutely." He chuckled, his hand finding mine on the leather seat between us. "Next time, we'll skip the espionage."

The quiet hum of early morning London was a balm to Isabella Hart's frayed nerves. Far removed from the cold austerity of the Cornwall Retreat, her apartment felt like the last place on earth that still belonged to her. Books lined every wall, their spines softened by use, and the scent of ground coffee and lavender lingered in the air. Familiar. Grounded.

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.

she replied, biting down on her lip dramatically. I rolled my eyes but couldn’t stop smiling. “You’re crazy.” “And you’re boring,” she fired back instantly. The ride into the city was beautiful. London unfolded in soft gray skies and elegant architecture. Red double-decker buses rolled past like something out of a movie. Black cabs. People in long coats walking briskly like they all had somewhere important to be. We dropped our bags at the hotel and refused to waste daylight. “Tour first. Sleep later,” Layla declared. So we wandered.