Drawing Levi Ackerman Novelas e Histórias

“Why don’t you introduce me to your real friends?” “Why should I?” I asked. Levi cleared his throat and I looked up at him. He hadn’t taken a seat even though Dylan was gone. He stayed standing and offered his hand out slowly to Calum. Calum stared at his outstretched hand, his eyes back to their normal brown before he looked up at Levi. He reached out and gripped Levi’s hand firmly. “I’m Levi. It’s a pleasure to meet Ami's father,” Levi said with a dip of his chin.

The room looked like a sentence rewritten to make sense. There was a knock on the door. One knock, polite. “Come in,” I called, still half under the weight of sleep. The door opened and Levi stepped in. He was less prim than the room. He had on a shirt that had seen other mornings and a pair of trousers that sagged at the hips as if they had been measured by time. He moved like someone who could be quiet even when he was thinking loud. “Asher and Kai left for supplies,” he said. “If you need anything, come find me.”

Lucia also ignored my phone, she just took care of me all day and gave me love, while the time passed slowly. The next day I could walk and lie down in bed like a normal person, I no longer depended on Lucia to get up and change my clothes, I remembered how difficult it had been to live a few hours ago. However, when I left the room to join Matheus, my girlfriend's father was in the living room. He looked at me somewhat indignantly. "So you're Jared Ackerman?" "Uh... Yeah..." "The wolves in the woods are pretty weird, especially the ones in your family. Did you know your dad was a mobster and did time?"

Levi quickly swiveled to face him, careful to protect the unconscious beauty sprawled out in the backseat of the truck. Dr. Ackerman approached slowly, his palms exposed at his hips. “Levi, I need to check her. She's bleeding pretty bad.” For the first time, Levi smelled the metallic scent of blood on his mate. He mentally scolded himself for losing control—something he never did.

She nodded, giving him a warm hug before he set out on his journey back home. A tiring journey it was indeed with Akeelah's never ending screech echoing throughout the journey. Levi showed no interest in why Akeelah screeched too much, his mind was centered on the relationship he believed existed between him and Zina. He smiled, recalling the past events they had shared together, her smiles and how he was her knight in shining armour. Much later, Levi found himself in front of his mini hut. He heaved a sigh of relief as he walked into his home with cobwebs and dusty counters everywhere.

“No. That was a courtesy, nothing more.” The weight of it sinks in. I stare at the ground, my jaw tight. “Then what the hell are we supposed to do?” Levi doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he reaches into his jacket, pulling out his gun, checking the clip with steady, practiced movements. “We do what we have to.” Something in his tone makes me pause. It’s not fear. Not even anger. It’s *acceptance.* Like he’s already decided. Like he’s been waiting for this.

This one looks like he’d pick up the drawing board and re-strategize. Levi smiles suddenly in a way that is clear and sharp, gleaming with amusement as he speaks, “Well, well, well. Look who finally decided to crawl out from under Christian’s desk.” I don't understand what that would mean, but I don't care. I just know I'm not going to take any kind of taunting from Levi, so I immediately fire back, "It's a good thing to see you're still stalking me. First day on the job and you know already—good for you."

Levi’s tone was thick with pride, and I had to fight to keep from beaming like a fool. “Yep! I’m good at drawing too! And I can sing and dance!” Lebi added, puffing out his chest. I let out a quiet laugh. “Is that right? You take after your Daddy, then.” I snuck a glance at Levi, my heart skipping. His gaze stayed on the road, but joy was etched into every line of his face. I’d had no idea Levi could draw—but I did know he could sing and dance. I’d seen it myself, back in the day.