London Calling Novel Novels & Stories

“You’re going to have all the rest you deserve.” “Okay,” I whispered with a small smile. I felt so bad for lying. I knew exactly why I’d been sleeping so much, craving weird foods, and always feeling dizzy every morning. I wanted to tell him so badly. Every time I looked at him, the words almost slipped out but I promised myself it would be on New Year’s. I was going to use that as his gift. By the time we landed, the sun was already starting to set, painting London in beautiful gold and gray. The city was breathtaking the mixture of old elegance and modern innovation just blended together so perfectly.

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.

"I bring Ms. Collins business, and she brings me someone to play with. Where's the problem?" She grabbed my throat, her other hand reaching for my clothes. "Relax, young man. I'll help you change." My phone slipped from my pocket and hit the floor. The call was still connected. Young Edmund had heard everything. I could hear him panting, like he was running. "Wait for me. I'm coming!" he screamed into the phone. Lydia's hand closed around my belt. As her grip tightened on my throat and the air cut off, my vision washed out in white.

Chapter 59:The Road Back London appeared slowly. First the roads got wider and busier. Then the fields disappeared and buildings started filling the gaps between them. Then the city was just there around them the way it always was. Loud and full and completely indifferent to everything that had happened in the last few days. Lily watched it all come back through the window.

It’s as much for them as for me. Quarter to seven here, a little over midnight in Guwahati. Back home they are waiting for this phone call. It’s the biggest news anybody in my clan would have dreamt of hearing ever in their accumulated lifetime of three hundred years! It’s our Booker moment! I need to return to the banquet hall in fifteen minutes to join the dinner – the British sense of punctuality fascinates me. Out of all the good, bad and ugly stuff we happily identify with our idea of refined class, such as being able to speak, dress, and eat like the British, we must have not given a miss to this punctuality thing. It feels so relaxed when things happen on time. Fifteen minutes is enou

Whatever posh school they went to, they never learned to tell the time or tie their shoes. I climbed in. He crashed the aging Land Rover into gear and set off for the main entrance. It was as filthy inside as out, stank of manure and dog-farts and I was struggling to protect my new tights from nondescript metal bits poking from the seat upholstery. 'Anyway, Millie, how did you end up a personal friend of Lady Vera?' 'Pass.' We rounded the fuchsias and the house came into splendid view. There was a figure standing under the fine bay windows which lunged out over the grand portico doorway.

“More than you think.” Her eyes soften, her lips tremble—and I almost kiss her. I almost lose every boundary. I almost destroy both of us in one reckless second. Then— A knock. Sharp. Loud. Annoying. “Sir,” Ben’s voice calls through the door, “a London number has called three times. They said it’s urgent.” My blood freezes. London. Emma. Sabrina feels my grip tighten. She looks at the door… then at me… then away, hurt shadowing her eyes.

*How's the settling in going? I was in the kitchen making dinner from one of the labelled containers, chicken this time and I read the message and thought about Brynn saying *uncomplicated* and the folder of pre-answered questions, the efficient forty-second work reply and the four seconds I had watched Evander from across the garden before turning away. *Fine,* I typed. *Scotland is quieter than I expected.* *That's usually what London people say first. Then they stop wanting the noise back.* I smiled at the phone again. That genuine small smile. *Give it time,* I typed.

Proof that I had failed her in every way that mattered. When Jason called with exact coordinates, I didn’t wait for another thought to talk me out of it. I drove through narrow streets that smelled of diesel, wet stone, and the sharp tang of rain on asphalt. London moved differently from the world I knew, restless, unforgiving, alive in ways my empire never was. And then I saw her. Lexie.

“You want me but you’re fighting it.” She crossed her arms, glaring. “You’re imagining things.” He chuckled softly. “Maybe. But don’t worry, today’s your lucky day. I’ll play along. Boss and co worker it is.” LONDON – NIGHT The jet touched down, and minutes later, they were riding in the sleek company car through the glowing streets of London. Amelia pressed her hand lightly against the open window, feeling the cool air. “You know what? London is breathtaking,” she said with a soft smile.