London Slang Novels & Stories

She declared, pulling him towards the city instead. “And what is the right way?” He was amused by her sudden change of attitude. “The tour bus is a given and you’ve got to check out the subway here!” She chuckled, raising an eyebrow when he smirked at her. “You mean ‘London underground’?” He questioned smugly, not expecting her to smirk back. “No, I mean The Tube.” Deagan laughed at her snarky reply, he was relieved to hear that she hadn’t lost her sarcastic sense of humor.

And once she had a reputation for being hardworking and drug-free, she was the perfect girl for me. I drive faster and hear the engine roar. It's delightful how that beauty glides on the city's perfect roads. Just like I love sliding my hand along a girl's curves gently. I'm already comparing cars and girls; I must be really hungry for a good f*ck. I see the city's most expensive strip club and park my car. The good thing about this city is that you can leave your brand-new Hyundai parked at the door of any dive, and when you come back, it will still be there. One of the advantages of a city like this. In London, you can't always count on that luck.

He took a slow sip of his drink, his eyes flicking to mine for a fraction of a second before settling back on Mika with a mask of polite boredom. "London is less about dreams and more about endurance," he answered. "It’s a city that hardens you if you aren't careful." "Oh, I bet," Mika purred, completely undeterred. "But the nightlife? The flats in Mayfair? I’ve seen pictures of those townhouses. They look so... exclusive." "I had a place in Mayfair," Chandler replied, his tone dismissive of the wealth she was so clearly tallying. "But I prefer to stay at the city."

POV: Finn | London, Rookeries London is louder than I expected, which is the first thing I notice when we come off the train at King's Cross and which is the first piece of information I add to the London I have been building in my head from Papa's letters, because the London in Papa's letters is a place of specific people and specific events and specific feelings and none of those things have a sound, and the actual London has sound in a way that Scotland's hills do not, the specific compressed quality of very many people in a small space all making noise simultaneously.

"But how did things work out with your new girlfriend? I thought she would give you all the next you want." London shakes her head. "That's a failure, and I'm depressed. I've walked around in my sexiest clothes and lingerie to get her attention, and she ignores me. All she's interested in is her work. I think I could go in her room nude and she wouldn't notice."