London Novel Novels & Stories

"Breaking down firewalls, and codes was not easy. But once we got past it, what we found was truly gut wrenching and honestly sickening. "So, we know about the fires, but not much else was really able to shed on them, until......" Kait tapped her phone and first environment changed before us. It was how she remembered London, before it was attacked. "London, 1702." Before everyone was a beautiful pasture of green, with strong Oak trees dotted around her home. And the wooden steps that were raised slightly so that it created a dirt pathway to her immaculate Victorian style house, that was just a single story.

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

Outside the building, a massive storm began to gather over the London sky, as if nature itself knew that tomorrow, history would be permanently changed by the world's strongest and most dangerous couple. END OF CHAPTER 31..

Rain streaked the windows as the plane touched down at a private terminal. Lewis stepped onto the runway first. Cold air hit his face immediately. London smelled like rain and stone. Elizabeth pulled her coat tighter as she stepped beside him. “Feels like we just walked into a mystery novel,” she said. Daniel gave a dry laugh. “Let’s hope the ending is better than most of them.” A black car was already waiting for them. Within minutes they were driving through the quiet streets of London. The city lights reflected off the wet pavement. Lewis watched the buildings pass by as Daniel spoke from the front seat.

"Can I get you another? Or are you one of those sensible people who pace themselves?" Despite the nerves and warnings, I laughed. "Trying to be sensible. But this champagne makes it hard." "The good stuff usually does." He signaled a server. Water appeared alongside champagne. "How are you settling into London? I know the transition can be jarring." "It's been good. Different from Milan, but good." "Your apartment is comfortable? South Kensington can be lovely but those older buildings have their quirks." The foundation must have had my address on file. Of course they did.

London, 1863 A new morning in London, as cold as foggy as only the British Isles could be, the smell of baked goods, wet pavement, carriages making their rounds and the children screaming in the streets trying to sell the morning paper. And did they ever have the most intriguing of headlines to keep the readers interested "Lord Reginald found dead under mysterious circumstances" What a hook for readers that was, apparently one of the Queen's richest of friends was found dead it was impossible not to grab a copy.