Aphmau Levin Novels & Stories

It's also for privacy when they have something to talk about I don’t know how to start talking to Lev. What is this? Until later we stare? 'Ahm. I'm Levin Costa, and you? " "Brittany Amaris Laxamana" "Your name is beautiful, as you" I couldn't help but smile. "not at all" "I'm not joking. You're beautiful. Indeed beautiful" "Thank you." We talked about other things and little info with the two of us. i excuse myself because I need to go to the cr

And now, just like that, he was tossing me aside? You want me to be fine with this?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. Damon smiled softly. "Ravina, we are living in a time of peace. As the next Luna, you have to have a good heart. Be kind. She's your sister. You have to understand. Once she's dead, I'll make you my Luna. Just give her this." Amira coughed softly. "I love him, Ravina," she whispered. "I always have. Please... let me have this."

Today is such a beautiful day in Salem, I can already tell by the early dawn sun shining through my window. What does today have in store for me? Work! I work at The Jonathan Corwin House which is known locally as The Witch House. It's famous as the original owner of the same namesake was one of the judges who presided over the notorious trials and it's now a museum and I'm lucky enough to run it. What's even better is, I live opposite so it's simply a short walk to work every day.

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."

I'm a helpless ghost watching my boy struggle for his life as he runs from Damon's wolves with Sasha by his side. As the haze changes, I see Levin in the war room of the mansion, his dark eyes fixed on a city map, his broad shoulders tense. I can sense that he is preparing a dangerous scheme to deceive Damon, the vicious alpha who is pursuing Jerry in search of the bloodstone. I see Levin holding a phony stone, its red glow a witchcraft fabrication. In order for Levin to save me and put an end to this war, it is intended to cause Damon's pack to see things and have hallucinations. However, it's a risk, and fear makes my heart turn. Damon will come get us all if it doesn't work.

He plays the footage from the camera flash he got from the lab. We carefully watch everything in the video. Alpha Tate’s wolf wasn’t comfortable seeing it again, he’s growling and radiating anger energy from his body, but we had to watch it. It’s the only way to know who these scientists are. “There.” He points at the screen. Oliver pauses the video, taking it back a little and stops at the face of one of the doctors. “Isn’t that Justin’s father?” Oliver asks, staring at the screen intensely. He does look exactly like Justin though.

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.