London Calling Novel Novels & Stories

We’d planned our next path more wisely and carefully, tracking the path from one town to another so to ensure we had enough time to walk during the day and find somewhere to eat and rest for the nights. We’d ended up staying at The old lantern in for just over a week, more because of the weather forecast, it had said the snow would completely stop and the sun would be out meaning spring was definitely on its way. The day before we leave I remember Flos book in my bag and take the opportunity to have a look through it. It was a book inside a book, it looked as though she’d already filled one so had bought another to carry on her story. The fist part of the book brought me to tears, with the w

Nathaniel's POV When we got back to London, the traffic was surprisingly light for a late December afternoon. Even though it was the twenty-sixth, the city was usually packed with tourists this time of year. I drove through the familiar streets, passing historic buildings that stood shoulder to shoulder with sleek modern ones, that unique mix that just was London. The low winter sun hovered near the horizon, casting everything in a soft golden light that made even the plainest buildings look like they belonged in a movie.

I heart skipped a beat. I answered cautiously. "Hello?" A little silence stretched, long enough to make my stomach drop, old fears whispering names from my past. Past as in, London . Then background noise filtered through: faint chatter, clinking glasses, soft music. I looked at the screen and almost laughed at myself. This wasn't no London number. "Huh, hello?" I said again. "Hey, Nurse Isabella Hartley? We call you Bella?" A woman's voice, warm, slightly accented.

***ZANE'S POV*** I was restless for two fucking weeks and had just received a call that London had been found. I had the money ready with me, but a small police group from New York went with us. It would've been easy if I had searched her former home before, I was so hungover that I forgot London could make it back to New York and wanted to start afresh. Two men ran out of the building from the gunshots we made towards the building. Of course, every one of my men is scared of hurting London with a stray bullet.

Lily babbled. The officer chuckled. Alex, however, exhaled slowly through his nose. “You’re representing Knight Enterprises,” he said under his breath. “Not auditioning for a comedy club.” _____________ Outside, London stretched before them—historic stone buildings beside sleek glass towers, red double-decker buses weaving through traffic. Lily pressed her nose to the taxi window, whispering, “It’s like Harry Potter meets James Bond.” “Focus,” Alex said, already scanning his phone. She twisted in her seat to face him. “Do you ever… I don’t know… look up? Enjoy the city you’re in?”

London feels like home Vanessa POV The flight to London had been long, but Liam pressed his forehead against the plane window for almost the entire flight, wide-eyed at the sight of green below us. Fields and tiny villages spread like storybook pages, so different from New York’s noise and high rise buildings. The body guards, Harris and Cole came along, they were the only people from Edward that came along with us. Even though I hesitated, I felt it was smart they came along with us since Jules had made me even more popular on the internet.

I quickly tapped the answer button and called out, my voice louder than I intended. a little hoarse from the tears. “Babes, you called,” I grinned wide and unrestrained. Her soft, familiar voice echoed through the speaker. “Issy darling! Don’t tell me you’ve been crying already. Not even ten minutes in New York and you’re already falling apart?” I chuckled, feeling the warmth spread through my chest. “Please, how’s London treating you? Bet you miss the chaos of New York.” “Yeah, right. I actually love not having to dodge taxis and tourists every five seconds.”

Something warm and painful spreads in my chest. “I am,” I say. “Better than okay.” “I know.” The certainty in his voice surprises me. “How?” “Because you build things,” he says. “Even out of mess.” My throat tightens unexpectedly. I shift, pulling my knees closer to my chest. “So,” I ask quietly, “how’s London?” A slow exhale. Like he’s smiling to himself. “Cold. Grey. Everyone walks fast and nobody looks at each other.” “That sounds miserable.” “It kind of is,” he admits. Then softer, “But it’s quiet.”

Then Rowan leaned back slightly in his seat. “You’ll trust someone again.” Emma looked toward him slowly. “That sounded confident.” “It wasn’t confidence.” His gaze remained steady on hers. “It was certainty.” ⸻ London greeted them with rain. Not dramatic storms. Not thunder. Just soft rain clinging to dark streets while black cars lined the roads outside Heathrow. The city looked elegant in a distant sort of way. Beautiful without trying to feel welcoming. Inside the hotel lobby warm gold lighting reflected against marble floors while quiet piano music drifted through the air.

But Emily was still looking around the airport. London looked very different from home. Busy. Cold. And unfamiliar. "You okay?" Alexander asked quietly. Emily nodded. "I'm just… nervous." Alexander opened the car door for her. "That’s normal." Once inside the car, the driver pulled onto the highway. Tall buildings slowly appeared through the fog as the city woke up. Meanwhile… Inside the headquarters of Harper Global Investments. Daniel Harper stood near the large window of his office. The London skyline stretched endlessly in front of him. His assistant entered the room.