Erwin Levi Novels & Stories

azernegger during his prime years in acting. And with that in mind, he may look intimidating at first glance, like he was a bouncer and does not fit being a school. Almost all the freshmen students were intimidated by him during their first days. But when they have interacted with the security guard and have known him for a longer period of time, they would realise how so much of a softie Mr. Levi is. In fact, he also participated in the Halloween Parade at the school, handing out some candies and a personally made marshmallow to those he is fond of. Apparently, Mr. Levi has a hobby of making sweets and desserts. The cafeteria cook even borrows his recipe book from time to time to serve some

“You’re underestimating me. Do you even know who I am?” Beside me, Zoe muttered under her breath, but I caught it. “Who is he?” Levi answered, his voice low. “Elijah is in the mafia.” Zoe blinked. “Oh… him? He doesn’t really look like it.” Levi shook his head. “Don’t be delusional. They’re all dangerous. Asher is the worst, he can kill with anything within reach. Mateo, he’s not here, but he’s an expert with guns. And then there’s Elijah, a hacker who can break into anything in the world.”

I spun on my heels to get a look at the source of the voice "You were thinking out loud." "I spent over a thousand hours on that painting." The voice continued "E.A.D?" The words left my lips as I stared at the letters at the bottom of the painting "It's an acronym for Eugene Ari Darian." "Greek?" I scoffed, genuinely amused "A greek god actually," he corrected, arrogance clear in his tone with his head held up high "You are arrogant, you know that right?" I asked, not the least bit impressed "Okay, I'm sorry if I've been rude." His attempt at an apology was weak-hearted, he didn't mean it and I could sense it

Everyone looked at Levi, waiting to see how he would respond to the question. His response to the question would also constitute his final decision. Levi's expression became cold, and he said, "If that's true, then whoever needs to be killed shall be killed, and whoever needs to be banished will be banished. As long as the evidence is conclusive, all decisions are yours." Everyone was stunned again when they heard that. No one knew how many times they were shocked, but each time was more shocking than the previous. That fully demonstrated Levi's support for Winson.

Elijah breaks off. “Hi,” he greets. “Hi…” I manage. “I heard about your grandma. I’m sorry.” His voice is soft. News spreads fast. Thankfully, no one is whispering about it. I force a smile. “Thanks a lot.” I turn, ready to walk away—then I see him. Professor Lucien. Suit pants, crisp white shirt, sleeves folded to the third, like always. His eyes lock with mine. His steps slow. Disgusting. I spin back sharply. “Elijah—”

“And who’s this?” Levi, who had been looking around the compound with a kind of overwhelmed awe, immediately bristled at Eli’s tone. The defensiveness snapped back into place like a shield. “I’m Levi,” he said, his voice a challenge. “Who’re you?” Eli’s eyebrows rose slightly. “I’m Eli. Head of perimeter security. And we have a protocol for new arrivals.” “Yeah? What’s the protocol? A pat-down and a cavity search?” Levi shot back, crossing his arms. “I just spent two days with these two. I think they vouch for me not having a bomb up my ass.”

She was trying to make herself as busy as possible in an attempt to thwart Edward's monitoring. Her old classmate had sent her a detailed report about Levin Enterprise and the biography of Edward Levin that not many people knew through messages. It shed some light on the date of establishment, the development history, and the main industry Levin Enterprise was involved in. To Vivian’s surprise, Edward Levin did indeed exist. He was born in Golden South City and had a complete growth trajectory. It was only now that she understood why Officer Konstantine had said with such certainty that Edward Levin was not Sean Jackson.

At the moment Erwin Wilson opened his eyes, he felt that God was teasing him, letting him live a glorious life, finally entering the body of a boy with the same last name but with a perfect body. Totally opposite. Erwin Wilson was once an admired designer. He once devoted his talents to the country, but then ended up having a catastrophic accident.

i asked. "We don't know, this isn't the first time Erwin was kidnapped, Erwin is a kind of person that rather chooses death than to be someone's captive." Haven said as i tried to understand. "And i should believe that? " i asked. "He was a soldier for the Prestons family, that's the way they are taught and they carry their motto to their graves.." i froze immediately everything made sense now, while Erwin acts the way he is, anytime he recalled his sister, he was trained to kill or he'll be killed that's why his sister sacrificed her life so he could brush up and be ruthless, that's why he always calls me weak he somehow either misses her or i remind him of her.

"Then why are you following orders instead of thinking for yourself? Have you even asked to see proof of Alexei's claims?" Uncertainty flickered across his face. "He showed us... recordings. Of the ritual. It wasn't complete." "Doctored footage," Elena interjected. "I was there. I saw everything." "She would say that," the captive muttered, but with less conviction. I changed tactics, pulling back my wolf and sitting across from him. "What's your name?" The question seemed to surprise him. "...Levi." "Levi. Were you even born when Kieran slaughtered half the Silvercrest Pack?"