Lavi Bookman Novels & Stories

“I saw you dipping a pastry in your coffee and you’re talking about being a grown-up?” “It’s a style,” she argued. “It’s bullshit,” I said. “At least, someone shares my view on that,” a harsh voice conferred, and I turned to look, only to see Lorelai Trentino, the tall, dark-haired man, descending the stairs. “It tastes even more awful than it looks.” I smirked at Savana, who retorted with a snort. Turning to her husband, she said, “This is why I like your brothers much better. They share my opinion.”

Levi was gone from the kitchen counter, but the quiet tapping of a keyboard guided her eyes toward the glass-walled study at the far end of the room. The door was slightly ajar. Through the glass, she saw Levi sitting behind a sleek black desk. He had discarded his tie entirely, and his charcoal vest was unbuttoned, making him look less like an untouchable billionaire and more like a tactical general resting between battles. He was focused on three different screens displaying shifting stock tickers and financial charts. Lily didn't knock. She stepped up to the doorway, pushing the heavy glass door open just enough to announce her presence. "Gideon said the stock fell twelve percent. Is it s

Kelly’s POV: As soon as Vivian finished speaking, a waitress's voice came from the side, “Oh, there is a book under the table. Whose book is it?” She is the waitress who had just come in to serve the first dish. When she put down the pot and stooped to turn on the gas under the table, her gaze fell on the book on the ground. Director Lewis took the book and looked at it. Then he asked Vivian with a sullen look, “Come and see whether this is your book.” Vivian's face turned grey and bloodless at this moment. She couldn’t even move and just stood there still. Director Lewis asked someone to pass the book to Vivian.

Anna lies smoothly. Lavi is outraged at her boldness. She always defies his orders and keeps on dallying with his enemies! Why can she not stay put and listen to him? “I will deal with you later!” Lavi grist before turning to Damien. “And you. Get out!” “I am afraid I cannot leave,” Damien smirks. He puts his hand in his breast pocket and takes out a document for Lavi to read. The latter snatches the document and goes through it, his anger flaring up with every word.

L, on the other hand, mentioned that they would frequent red-light districts and that she led a corrupt life. Vivian smirked. After learning that the man’s surname started with the letter “L”, she knew that the person behind this knew Edward Levin’s full name. It would seem that the other party knew that Edward shouldn’t be provoked, so they only had the courage to use the obscure moniker “Mr. L” as a replacement. The other party was certainly meek towards the brutal and brutal towards the meek.

Before she could finish speaking, Levi picked her up and threw her on the bed. “Mr. Longman...” Levi smiled obsequiously at Longman. “Please enjoy yourself and call me when you’re done...” That flattering look was like a dog wagging its tail! “Good work!” Longman gave him a thumbs-up and promised, “Don’t worry. I’ll transfer the money to you when we’re done!” He stripped off his coat and walked toward Halle step by step. His lecherous appearance was frightening. “No!”

"I stepped nervously into the mansion, wondering what Chief wanted to discuss. I made my way down the hallway and knocked softly on his door. 'Come in,' his deep voice resonated from within. I entered, and Chief secured the door with a remote, his movements swift and deliberate. He was tying a towel around his waist, his gaze fixed intently on me. 'Good evening, Chief,' I greeted, attempting to hide my unease. 'You're doing great,' he replied, approaching me with an unsettling smile. 'I know you sent for me,' I ventured, growing increasingly uncomfortable under his leering gaze, which seemed fixated on my cleavage. 'Yes, it's been over a week, and I haven't received any payment from you,' Ch

She folded the business card in her hand, turning it over. “Why Langston?” she asked. “Because your father, despite his current mess, was once a man with integrity. And because I also admire your… journalistic side.” Gavin’s eyes met hers with unsettling precision. “E.L. Verity. I read everything.” Eva’s breath hitched. Lucian’s expression darkened. “What exactly is your angle, Mr. Pierce?” “No angle,” Gavin said, hands raised. “Just a belief that justice and business don’t have to be enemies.”

I slap his shoulder, feeling almost relaxed, for the first time since Flame went missing and I like it. "Oh yes, do it harder… no, no, wait…" He mimics struggling to wrench his potential vampire mates' teeth from his neck. "Ok, that's made me feel better, maybe I'm ok with wait…" He stops talking, both our heads snapping towards the raised voices we hear coming from inside the cells and, as one, we race inside. "Don't you fucking die too. Not yet." Levi, my father's Gamma, shouts as he wrenches one of the rogues from his chains. The guy is convulsing, saliva and bile spilling from his mouth as he grins maniacally at us all.

Harmony sat in the comfort of her living room, wearing just her long white bathing robe and holding in her hand a glass of martini. A fresh white flower was tucked in her hair. Vivian sat beside her with her laptop on her lap. A man stood before them. He was tall, dark and well built. “So I just went through your background record now, it showed you have been t o the prison thrice Mr John.” Vivian said, starring at the man from the back of her wide rimmed glasses.