Aphmau Levin Novels & Stories

At least not without a better solution to ending the war. Leah got up from her seat and headed to her room. She had a lot to think about. She knew one thing for sure: she didn't want to mate with Theodore Blackwell. Leah entered her room and went straight to the bathroom. Once showered and changed, she got into bed and promptly gave into exhaustion.

I typed, deleted, then typed again. We want different things, Mr. D’Amaris. I want my company. You want leverage. -Valerie Blackthorn…

I sat right in front of Levin, watching him work. "Hi, Levin. I've come." Levin smiled. "You're very early. Would you like to enjoy something first?" "Um ... I just want apple juice." "Are you sure? You don't want beer or wine?" I shook my head. "No, I just want apple juice." "Okay then, I'll prepare it as soon as possible for you." Levin nodded his head. "Levin, you know, I lost my smartphone when I went to work earlier."

Is she the traitor, or is Levin’s fear clouding his judgment? Another memory slams me—Levin and me, after a fight with Damon’s men, years back. We’re in a motel, blood on our clothes, his lips on mine. “You’re my fire, Debby,” he whispered, his hands rough but gentle. I pushed him away, scared of what his world would do to Jerry. Now I’m paying for it, stuck in this bed while Damon hunts my kid. “Levin, don’t shut her out,” I whisper, pushing my strength to him. He stops pacing, like he feels me, his eyes glowing faint gold.

Freya I was beaming happily while carrying my two-year-old son, Ezekiel, who was also beaming happily while watching all the petals of the flowers dancing along with the wind. We were in the flower garden, only the two of us. As each minute passed and I was just standing here in the flower garden I couldn’t help but ask myself where Michael was. For some unknown reason, I don’t remember why Michael is not with us right now. I was casting a Wingardium Leviosa spell that's why the petals are now dancing along with the wind to amuse my child.

Hearing the end call of the phone, he let out a sigh. “Honey, what’s wrong?” A girl snuggled up in his arms and asked like a cat. Jack looked at the girl that was pasting herself on his body with her lips puckered into a pout and her cleavage clearly open to him and wondered why his good friend, Levian, hated touching them. ……… Levian washed his face and directly took the elevator to go to the basement where there was the parking lot. His head was still a bit fuzzy. As he was walking, his head suddenly felt dizzy, forcing him to halt on the spot to wait for it to subside.

An amused voice asked. “Gómez.” I felt the air get stuck in my chest. “Ah... you do remember my voice, so romantic...” “What do you want?” I asked trying to sound cool. "I have a message for you, Hardy,” he said mockingly. "Send it by FedEx,” I growled my answer, Abbie looking at me curious. "Listen, you fucking moron, I told you Arthur Ward wasn't clean wheat, although I didn't think he'd be able to sell his own granddaughter to a nut."

Levy looked at the woman curiously, she was certain that she had never seen her before which sort of piqued her interest. Derek noticed Levy’s gaze and introduced the two of them, “ This is Amaira, she is the daughter of a close acquaintance of my aunt and this is Levy, my friend.”

"I'm only here temporarily and I'm serious, when I leave, I can help you get away too." "Leila, listen to me." She leans forward, looking at me earnestly. "Abaddon, Cain's father, had some reason to lie, I don't know what it is, but trust Cain, he would do anything for you." "Ok. I get that you're loyal to him, but let me give you my number and if you change your mind, give me a call." I feel the desperate need to help this girl, she seems so deeply sad and no one should feel that way, but I have accepted that they're not in a relationship, so I guess he didn't lie about that.

If Leah returned, she wouldn't be Professor Levin's star student anymore, and she'd miss out on many opportunities. Back when she had worked hard with Scarlett to push Leah out, they hadn't expected her to come back! "If I were still Professor Levin's student, you probably wouldn't have had the chance to be here tonight, Amy," Leah squinted. After Leah left, Professor Levin had been disappointed and had invested most of his energy in mentoring Amy. Thanks to Professor Levin's recommendations and support, Amy had participated in several renowned performances and gained international recognition. All of this... was supposed to belong to Leah.