Lavi Bookman Novels & Stories

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.

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.

The place smelled like stale beer and dust, the floorboards creaking beneath our steps as we walked toward the lone figure waiting in the back booth. He was an older man, maybe in his late fifties, with salt-and-pepper hair and sharp eyes that missed nothing. Levi slid into the seat across from him, his posture relaxed, but I knew better. He was on edge, waiting for any sign of deception. The man’s gaze flicked to me before settling back on Levi. “I heard you finally burned that ledger.” Levi didn’t react. “I didn’t come here to talk about the past.” The man smirked. “No, you came here because you made the mistake of thinking Livia would go down that easily.”

I replied. "How about your frie- oh. Who's George?" He asked. "My butler. Was my butler. He passed away a week ago." "I'm sorry. Wait, you had a butler?" He said as he looks me in the eye. He was inspecting my face. "You're Levi Miller. Damn. I didn't think I would meet you this way." "Yeah," I replied. "I, uhm, can I ask something?" I said as I put on the clothes he gave me. "You're an escort, right?"

The man greedily devoured Laverna’s pale figure with his eyes from head to toe. His attention lingered especially on her chest and hips, and I felt her hand twitch in mine, ready to run from that kind of attention. “This is my friend, Lavi,” I introduced the witch, and while the womanizer bowed to kiss her hand, I signaled her with my eyes to play along. She had to learn, after all.

"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?"

Evander Vasileon was the first Alpha King who sat in the Moonlight Throne, uniting the three other thrones from different areas of the wilding forest, and from there, the Vasileon’s lineage started to rule… not until the moon’s rage. “Do you understand the words written in that book?” My mind already had its focus on this book when suddenly a voice boomed behind my back. A man unfamiliar to me stood tall with a smug smile on his face. I have no idea who this man is, but one thing is for sure, he is not a normal werewolf but a high one, his clothes could vouch for that. Now, I fully couldn't go back on reading so I folded the book and stood.

A tall dark brooding man dropped out of his car, the entirety of his attire was black, as if he had just come from a funeral. His darkened gaze was that of a cold murderer, it was Levi, Ben's right-hand man. He tapped gracefully on the side of the cigar pack and swiped up the first one that popped up, sliding it between his fingers he lit it up and took a long, and deep breath, feeling up his insides with the thick smoke oozing from the burning cigar, he swiped it between his fingers and released a puff.