Lavi Bookman Novels & Stories

“Well, in case you’re wondering—yes. I’m real. And yes, I’m ridiculously good at my job.” “I already know you’re good at your job. You dug up Ivy’s offshore shell company in under two days.” “Three,” he corrected, tapping the steering wheel. “Two and a half if we’re being technical.” Elara glanced at him again. “So, what’s your real name, Mr. Levi?” “Preston Gray,” he said casually. “But you already knew that.” She tilted her head. “I did. Just wanted to hear it from you.” “Touché.”

So before we take you to him, tell us who gave you the information. “No one. I wrote it myself I promise you. Is it Mr. Visashi? Isn’t he happy with my work?” Ludo questioned Erica. Erica looked at Evan, “Who is Mr. Visashi?” “An editor who wanted to publish her book,” Evan answered flipping the pages of the manuscript. “No darling its not Mr. Visashi. What you wrote in this manuscript talks about us. I’m sure you know us and you are just pretending,” Erica was getting angry.

If she was important enough to make the president of Darby Construction sweat, then maybe—just maybe—he could use this to his advantage. Liam cleared his throat, trying to sound casual. "I know Ava. I can talk to her." Stephen scoffed. "You? You think someone like Ava Alvarez would associate with you?" He laughed. "She’s working for Alexander Vanderbilt—one of the most powerful men on Wall Street. You really think she’d waste her time with a nobody like you?" Liam clenched his jaw but forced a smile. "You don’t have to believe me. But if I talk to her and smooth things over, I expect something in return."

my eyes landed on the man who’d put me through so much humiliation. What the hell was Luca doing here? “Patriarch Vasiliev.” Lorenzo’s voice came out tight and hard as his hand clenched at my waist and pulled me closer to his body.

The room was dimly lit by a single desk lamp, casting long shadows across the shelves lined with books and framed accolades. I moved quickly, knowing I didn’t have much time. My fingers skimmed across the surface of his desk until they found a hidden latch. With a soft click, a drawer slid open, revealing a stack of confidential files. My breath hitched as I scanned the contents. Financial reports, project proposals, and—my stomach twisted—a series of emails between Damian and someone with the initials "L.V." The messages were cryptic but hinted at betrayals far deeper than I had imagined. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

I was all packed up and ready to go to the Blackwoods. The Lombardis own the Blackwoods Corporation. The Lombardis ran New York City, with Domenico Lombardi as the most feared man in town. People crouch on their knees just hearing his name. The man owns almost all the buildings in New York City. We are his subjects, and he... the king. The man exudes wealth; even his name says, “Look at me.” The man is as haughty as an ice scratch that ice can melt. Nobody can stand in his presence. Nonetheless, I, Jade Davis, am attending an interview to become the Beast’s personal assistant.

Without a word, Mom quickly threw a glare at me before she went on reading. “Oh, my God!” Piper did it again. “What?” Mom snapped at her. Piper played the video of the news headlines, volume up. “Booker Beaver and his wife, Cali Laurier, have been arrested today by the FBI for the alleged involvement with a notorious foreign organized crime who is known for human and sex trafficking…”

Law announces as a woman and a man in their mid-forties step out. Augustus Cavanaugh looks like an older version of Laki or Ruin. He looks like a playboy, but with how close he is to his wife, it doesn't seem that way. When their eyes scan the surroundings, he stops near my son before glancing at Lazarus and me, and then an unforeseen smirk creeps onto his mature and handsome face. "Lazi, man. I was surprised because of the billions that the Cavanaugh Finance Corp. gained in just a month when you took the place of your father and now this."

"You could give it to the bartender. Whoever lost it will most likely ask at the bar anyway-I would." "You're right,Thanks!"He smiled. "What the hell is going on here then?" Liam's agitated voice came from behind me, immediately sending shivers up my spine."Were you just hitting on my Girl?" Oh God Please, Don't so this!! "What??"The man looked between the both of us. Liam looked even more frustrated now."Are you being serious?" "You heard me."Liam stepped closer to the man,hoping to intimidate him. "Do you really think that it's okay to hit on someone else's Girl?"

Grabbing the microphone, Anna lifted the book over her head. “Sorry to interrupt, but this is very important,” She said with Nate at her side. “I’m Anna Berger Steine of Steine and Steine Publishers in the U.S. and this is Dr. Nathanial Braverman, author of Vashti’s Daughter.” Many boos greeted them in response.