Eren X Levi Novels & Stories

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I just know Levi spent a lot of time with Knox when we were little, and he still does. Levi is almost 2 years older than the two of us. Knox and I both turn 18 on September 8th, and Levi turns 20 October 4th. It's not a huge age difference, but he was two grades above us when he was still in high school. And yet, he sat with us every single day. Levi and Knox talked science... yuck! (See, he's not stupid... just an idiot!)

Levi King is the polar opposite of his little brother. While they resemble one another, Levi is just as tall as Devin, standing at six-foot-two, lean and muscular. Dark, soulfully deep brown eyes lined with long, dark curly lashes that would make most girls green with envy. Light brown hair that he keeps shaved at the sides and tied up most of the time in a man bun. Levi is through and through the bad boy next door. Rides a motorbike, need I say more? His laidback persona only adds to his sex appeal. He’s ever so charming and has a smile so gorgeous it will melt the panties right off you. Unlike Devin, who is the responsible one, Levi doesn’t like to be tied down. He’s all about living and e

The heat coming off me is almost too much to take. Levy clinks his bottle with the bottle opener in his hand. “Guys, I have something to say,” he starts. I watch as he stands taking in his broad chest in his customary black T-shirt with the gang’s logo on it. Tight as hell black jeans that hug his fine hips and strong legs. I could crawl all over him like a baby monkey. For now, I make do with crossing my legs and clenching my thighs together. “Better not be some lengthy speech that’s gonna make us all emotional, Man,” Lex says. Levy shoots him a fuck you look that makes my momma chuckle. I love to hear her laughing; it’s a sound I will never get over.

“Girl! I knew it! I knew it! You went on a work trip and came back blushing like a schoolgirl.” Irene laughed, burying her face in a throw pillow. “Stop it!” “I will not,” Levi said proudly. “So what now? Are we crushing on Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome?” Irene peeked out from behind the pillow. “He’s just… nice. But also confusing. And moody. And sometimes sweet. Sometimes rude. But always…” “Hot?” “Yeah,” Irene admitted. “Dangerously.” Levi clapped. “This is getting better than any K-drama I’ve ever watched.”

Vampire. “Levi?”

Levi rushed down the hall, silently praying Layla hadn’t seen the video yet. But luck wasn’t on his side. The moment he opened the door, Chris’s voice came loud and clear from the phone’s speaker. Levi’s heart sank. He did his best to play dumb. “What are you watching, Miss Xander?” Layla didn’t answer. She kept her head down, staring at the phone in her hands. As Levi approached, he noticed her hands trembling. Gently, he reached over and took the phone from her. “You shouldn’t be watching things like this. You need rest. I’ll hold onto the phone for now.”

Levi scoffed and said, “Lex, is this reverse psychology? Are you really that eager to see me and Philip fight so that you can reap the benefits?” After saying this, Levi threw the teapot in his hand to the ground, got up, and pointed at Lex. He said angrily, “Good for you, Lex Clarke! I’ve never seen you this way before. You’ve always kept a low profile in the branch family. I didn’t expect you to have such lofty ambitions too!”

I asked, not bothering to hide my disdain. "Yes. Anyone else's would just make you sick." Well, shit. Levi walked forward holding out a bag. "Here's your clothes." I took the bag and nearly gagged. His scent was everywhere. Like he'd slept in them. Rolled in them. "Don't look so disgusted. It's only so you can get used to it," he said. "I didn't say shit!" "You didn't have to! Your face says it all!" "You said not to argue!" "Since when have you been a stick in the mud?" Levi shot back.

He asked. Levi squinted his eyes. He was still not sure how to answer this question. He felt pressured, but then he looked at Ethan looking back at him – waiting for Levi’s response. Levi sighed and answered truthfully, like how he knew Ethan. “Well, I don’t think Ethan would like any celebration to begin with. First, he wouldn’t be thrilled to have a menial job. He likes to play with fire and weapons and loves to torture people – so, this job was not something he would agree to celebrate. But because I am excited about him, if he’d like to have a meal with me – maybe drink some beers and watch some gruesome movie?” He replied unsurely.