Drawing Levi Ackerman Novels & Stories

He flexed his hands, clenching and unclenching his fists as he repeated the motions a few times until he was used to the brass knuckles and felt confident enough he could punch someone without hurting himself in the process. Half an hour later, Levi made his way to his car, his box tucked safely under his arm. Mrs Ackerman was still at his place, cleaning out the fridge when he arrived. He spent a few minutes reminding her about the importance of discretion; she could certainly learn a thing or two from Angela. There'd be no raise for her for a very long time. "I'm sorry," she replied meekly, her head cocked to the side slightly. "I thought the lass knew."

My little cat had learned how to scheme. He nodded. “Actually, my family and I aren’t on good terms. So I don’t know much about their business.” However, the small smile on my lips didn’t last long. It disappeared the moment Mila spoke. “Levi is an artist,” she said, her tone filled with admiration and pride. “He paints beautifully. He drew some pictures of me on the island.” Then she pulled her phone out of her purse and flipped through her photos. When she turned the screen to show the drawings, my heart tightened.

I had a splendid dream of sitting on a cliff. The moon shone ten times brighter than it ever did on any other night, and beside me was the most beautiful being, a werewolf in his human form, having only my red shawl spread across his groin. One of his hands rested on top of mine, was so warm, and I stared at his face illuminated by the moon's sliver light. "I'm drawn to you, Amara Lively," his lips slowly moved as he called me by my full name. I never once thought he knew.

Luna looked up and saw Levi's wealthy father storming toward her, his face twisted with anger. "Luna Ackerman, how dare you let my son take the blame for you? I'll kill you!" Luna was dragged into the prison by several burly men, where she finally saw a haggard Levi. The moment he spotted her, he rushed straight into her arms.

On a side table, a bottle of amber liquid and two crystal glasses glittered under the low lights. Levi walked behind his desk but didn't sit down. He leaned his hands on the dark wood, looking at her. "You look like a drowned rat, Lily." The bluntness of his words stung, but she couldn't deny it. She wrapped her arms tightly around herself, feeling utterly exposed. "If you brought me up here just to insult me, I'll leave." "With fifty dollars in your pocket and no shoes?" Levi asked, a faint, mocking edge to his voice. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, sleek black device. He tapped the screen, and a holographic display projected a crystal-clear image into the air between the

Up close, he didn’t look so much older, but more finished, like someone had sanded away all the softness until only intent and bone were left. He leaned down, voice soft. “You needed it.” For a second, the world was only his breath and the dark scent of his coat. Then the moment snapped—Derek appeared, clipboard in hand, eyebrows furrowed to maximum. “Everything cool out here?” Derek said, eyeing Levi like he was an active shooter. Levi didn’t even look at him. “Ava’s leaving early,” he said, flat as fact. Derek bristled. “She just got here. I need her for closing.”

Levi, gazing out the window with a now relaxed expression, finally spoke as the sedan came to a stop in front of the mansion. "Find that guy and bring him to me, alive." Upon hearing the command, Xavier turned around, his face hinting his confusion about whom to bring. “The Baker?” Xavier asked gruffly. Suddenly, Levi's green eyes gleamed, turning red almost instantly. “The dude from his post cards, you idiot, Finn!” He growled, immediately neutralising his expression and a tiny figure rushed toward him. “Daddy! Daddy!” Lily, his four-year-old daughter, launched herself into his arms, squealing as he lifted her effortlessly.

“Levi! Levi, I also drew plans for the people who distribute the drugs and guns. Levi, I was Lucian Sadharthe’s wife! I’m as guilty as-” And without seeing it coming, the last thing April saw was the way Levi turned around, closed his eyes as he put his hands behind April’s neck, making their lips meet for the first time.

“I’ve been wanting to talk to you.” There was nothing good that could come from talking to Avery, but I also couldn’t seem to give myself permission to deny her, almost like I owed her something. I blew out a deep breath and forced my lips to stretch in a pleasant smile. “Yes, Avery? Is there something you need?” She didn’t bother to try and seem polite and decided to smirk instead. “Actually, I just wanted to pass along a message from Levi.” “Um, okay.” Had things really gotten so bad that Levi couldn’t even stand to look at her anymore, even just to deliver his own messages?

Levi asks, his curious gaze sliding between her and I. She looks back up at me as we respond with a “no” in unison. Levi’s eyes narrow on me for a moment, then he turns to the girl and flashes her a wide smile as he extends a hand. “Hi. I’m Levi.” I’ve seen that slick smile of his work on lots of women. Levi’s a good looking guy- tall, built, tousled black hair and striking green eyes- but above all, he knows how to turn on the charm. Dude pulls almost as much tail as I do.