London Calling Novel Novels & Stories

The storm outside broke at last, rain hammering against the glass as if to drown out the silence between us. I whispered, “What did you just say?” He didn’t answer. And for the first time, I felt the ground shift beneath the story I thought I knew. Chapter Eleven: Cracks in the Glass (POV: Lydia Hart) The morning after the storm, London was washed clean: streets shining, air crisp, the kind of deceptive brightness that made you think everything was fine. It wasn’t.

"Gift?" "Yes, a Christmas present." She answered. "And yours?" The lady asked. She shrugged. "Any plans for Christmas?" "Yes, me and my blanket, snuggling on my bed," she whispered and laughed. "Too cold outside." After buying the gift she was checking out of the shop when the owner gave her the booklet, the same one she wanted to buy, " A gift for your next novel. May you have a miraculous Christmas!" She winked.

"I've locked myself out of my car, and my cell phone is in it. Can you give me a hand?" "I'd call hospital security, that should be able to open the car for you" "That would be great. Thanks". The man smiled again moving closer, his green eyes feverishly bright. "It's just one of those days, you know?" "Yeah" Dan pulled the cell phone from his pocket, pressing numbers without losing eye contact. There was nothing in the other man's gaze, just an intensity that Dan had seen in another city in another country in what sometimes felt like another lifetime. "Once a day starts badly. It just keeps getting worse," the man said, his muscles tightening, giving his intentions away as he reached beneat

A low, vibrating growl started in her chest, and her upper lip twitched back to show a flash of white tooth. Did he really just call me an object? she hissed in my mind. "She’s okay," I said quickly, trying to de-escalate before a rug got ruined. "She just got a nose full of whatever magic is clinging to that book. I think it went to her head." London nodded slowly, his expression shifting from suspicion to a sort of grim recognition. "The young ones always have to learn the hard way. It is a common enough thing." I blinked at him. "Common?"

After what seemed like forever, Antonio finally pulled away from me. As my mind wandered, I remembered the hidden passage, and I pointed toward the wedding photo on the wall, asking him, "How did you discover this?" Antonio pulled me into his arms, his hands gently moving over my body as he spoke. "On the first day I moved in, I accidentally broke that glass. That was when I discovered it. I couldn't believe my room was right next to yours, the room of the raunchy landlady." I froze when I heard his words.

"They know who did this!" That grabs his attention and his wild black eyes snap to Camille. He looks at her with so much venom, I have to obstruct her from his view. "Then they can help from outside my territory." The Demon's Call - Coming soon! 😊

Eliana POV “London? The place you believe is safer than Cambridge is London?” Cassie asked incredulously as we passed the London Bridge. When there was no response from Luca, she huffed and folded her arms, mumbling under her breath, “we've left one danger for another.”

In 1930, London became an international trading center. The crowds enveloped the city this spring, with flowers and fallen leaves on the roadside made everything look so beautiful. At this very moment, it was the first day Larissa visited London that was far more crowded than Newquay. She tightened her grip on Lake's hand, and they stood in front of the station facing the crowd in the daytime. "This is London," whispered Lake right in Larissa's ear. "This city's gonna be my new home?" asked Larissa with her face shining.

PLANET EARTH London, United Kingdom Chapter Five It was simple midnight in London, there is nothing special happening. As the airplane soared in the sky it meets those thin clouds ahead. The light of every house turned off, leaving the lights of the giant skyscrapers behind. Inside a hotel building, the Allen couple stayed for the night. Kristine Allen sighed as she sits on an overstuffed red chair. She laid her hands in her front, holding a golden purge that costs 200 quid. Lance Allen slammed the door open, and she sighed in relief.

I haven’t even touched my suitcase yet and already my nerves are buzzing like I’m about to be interviewed for a position I didn’t apply for. I opt for sleek casual. Black jeans, a cropped cashmere sweater, and heeled boots that say yes-I-own-my-choices. Minimal makeup, light perfume. I don’t know what I’m trying to prove. Maybe just that I can play this part too. That I can look like someone worthy of being whisked away to London on a whim. London is completely different from New York. The buildings have seen some shit over the past few centuries, and nobody's looking at me like I might be plotting something. It's weirdly refreshing.