London Slang Novels & Stories

He almost lost his balance. “Whoa!” “Thank you…. Thank you … Thank you so much OMG OMG I just lo- " I froze up and backed off immediate as I realised what malarchy I was about to spur. We both looked embarrassed. But as if he’s gonna leave a chance to tease me. “You just lo- what?” he asked amusingly leaning towards me. “I just lo- lo- London!” I quickly said and nonsense spurred out from my mouth. "I just realised London and England are the same country.” I laughed awkwardly.

“Peaceful. It’s easy to see why you love it here.” Sarah smiled, glancing sideways at me. “I do. It’s my little corner of the world. Simple, safe. Not like London’s rush.” I chuckled. “You say that like London’s a monster.” “It is,” she said with mock seriousness. “All that noise. People never stop moving. You never stop working. It’s like the city doesn’t breathe.” She wasn’t wrong. “Maybe that’s why we love cities,” I replied quietly. “When everything else falls apart, I can count on work to keep going.”

(Julian’s Point of View) The rain in London didn’t fall like the rain in New York. In Manhattan, it was a challenge, a percussive strike against the pavement. In London, it was a pervasive, lingering grey mist that seeped into the marrow of the buildings and the bones of its inhabitants.

And just before he hung up he said simply, "Good luck Sheila." I'd thought about those three words the entire flight over. The cab ride took nearly an hour. I watched London go past the window. It was nothing like Vegas. Where Vegas was wide and loud and spread out under a bright sky, London was dense, layered and old in a way that sat inside the buildings blocks themselves. Every street looked like it had stories it wanted to share. I liked it despite myself. We pulled up to a residential street in East London. Neat buildings. Small front steps. Frosty windows doing their best in January.

It was just the beginning. “London,” I said.

Although she earned more than an average worker, London still preferred to control her spending and avoid going down the route of self-destruction by indulging in an extravagant lifestyle. “The costume is a little troublesome to remove, so to prevent the rating of my channel from going past what soft porn is, I will turn the chair around to remove my stockings. I won’t be able to see the chat with my throne turned, so I will be relying on my mods to manage my council while I’m indisposed.” Oh, yes. London studied the use of upper-class vocabulary just for this role-play. Her efforts were beginning to pay off when half the chat started searching the dictionary for the meaning of ‘indisposed’

When we stepped out of London Central station, the Euston Road was chockablock with black cabs, red double-deckers, and scooters trying to weave their way through the traffic. The last vestiges of sunlight colored the sky a deep crimson, but it was nothing compared to the acrid stench of smog. A familiar silver Überwald awaited us on the curb, its window winding down. My gaze darted to Griff, who I expected would make a comment about Wulfie, but he glanced from side to side, his eyes wide.

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?”

I'll take you to a nice restaurant that I actually like a lot and the food is heaven " Amanda said . " Oh.. That's cool " I'm always ready to taste new dishes "And by the way which restaurant are we going " I asked her while we are going outside of our apartment and me on the other hand trying to lock the door. " Well, Its a surprise " Amanda said with a mischief grin. " We both take a cab " I don't know where I'm going but I can see towers to the height of sky. London is like a concrete jungle " Mostly there are buildings covered with glass and some fancy silver architecture.

he spoke sarcastically, making london more infuriated. "Mention her name one more time and I can assure you, you won't see the nightfall," London gritted angrily. Jayden bursted into laughter. "What do you want?" London spoke calmly this time, trying as much as possible to calm himself. "Good! I was beginning to think I was speaking to a ghost. Finally, the King found his tongue." he said and chuckled. London allowed him rant while he listened. He hated being a talkative, he only wished Jayden was close to him, he preferred actions to words.