Lavi Bookman Novels & Stories

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

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.

"Anyway, the time is about right." "What do you mean?" "I've already sent someone to assassinate Lavinia. It should be done by now." Vicar looked incredulous, shaking his head. "Your Grace, you're underestimating her. Lavinia is incredibly strong, and she's staying at Bukmond Manor. It's a fortress designed by Dasovia's Moondust Security. Even I wouldn't be able to infiltrate it for an assassination." Sean's expression turned enigmatic. "Vicar, Dasovia has no shortage of extraordinary talents. Among my subordinates, there's one whose movements are ghost-like. For him, infiltrating Bukmond Manor is child's play."

Like his jabs at Damian were anything but targeted at making him blow his cover. Nikolai Romanov. So this is who he is in the business world? If Theodore introduced him to me then perhaps the man knows his onions. “You’re Liliana Ravasi,” he says, his eyes crinkling with a smile that reveals a set of pearly whites. A capitalist’s winning ticket, through and through. “Pleasure.” He offers his hand which I shake in a firm grip. I should correct his mistake but for some reason, I decide against it.

Calmly. Not armed. Not armored. But dangerous in the stillness that followed him like a crown. Lucien stepped forward. The man stopped twenty feet away. He wore a simple dark coat. Black gloves. No insignia. Just presence. “Lucien Marchesi,” he said. His voice was smooth. Precise. Lucien gave no reply. “I am Levi Caine,” the man said. “Though once, long ago, I was called Saul Revich.” Lucien’s eyes narrowed. “You’ve got a lot of nerve walking up here like that.”

I needn't lie, he was one absolute work of art. So this was him; Lorenzo D'amor, the billionaire CEO, the mafia Don just like Charlie said. I now understood why Charlie didn't try carrying out the assignment for himself, he knew Lorenzo would definitely be a hard nut to crack. From his looks, it was evident. “Good morning, sir," I greeted, standing before the desk as I smiled. He didn't respond. I swallowed, my heart skipping a beat. He finally parted his lips to respond. “You're here, Lavender Brille. My new personal assistant. Welcome to the team.” His voice was firm and dry, lacking emotion or a tiny bit of humor just like his face.

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.

“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.”

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.

What preventive measures did she need to take in case that Raveen was rude to her again? Not yet finding a definite answer to her own question, Lavina was treated to an invitation by the maid at her house. She opened it, it was an invitation from Aslan Lamberg, the leader of the Roosevelts. Later in the afternoon, she had to attend a party held by the man. Lavina couldn't possibly be missing from the party. After all, did the owner of a huge company like to have parties? Good grief.