Lavi Bookman Novelas e Histórias

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.

doing her homework. In my lap, hidden by the heavy book, was my tablet. The screen was a black sea of green text. I typed in the password. Lana. The system didn't just open; it surrendered. Abram’s entire life—every bribe, every heartbeat of his empire—laid itself bare. My pulse didn't even quicken. I felt like a surgeon looking at a tumor. I moved through the folders with a cold, jagged precision. The Black Ledger.

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.

Lucian stepped forward, his arms crossed, his expression serious, a stark contrast to his usual sarcasm. “It makes sense,” he said with a sigh, but his tone carried a cold weight. “With no way to steal from Ethan, with Violet spiraling, and knowing the police are after him for everything they did to Lauren and the baby switch…” He paused briefly, locking eyes with me. “Ravi needs money to flee the country and avoid getting caught.”

I tried from the side this time, my palm flat, following the grain of the wood—and heard the softest click. A hidden panel. It swung open like a breath being held too long. Inside: a hollow wall cavity no wider than a shoebox. And nestled in it, wrapped in a faded scarf with embroidered initials—L.B.—was a journal. The leather was cracked at the edges. The pages smelled like dried roses and ink. Her handwriting was neat at first. Elegant. “I met him today. The man John says we must impress. The man with too many yes-men and no soul in his eyes. The one they all call ‘the king behind the board.’”

Hideous smiled as he felt that he really had a great father. As the light outside faded, Hideous was interrupted as Mr. Park knocked gently on the door before entering Hideous's office, his expression tense. It was like he didn't want to deal with something. "Boss," he called Hideous, and when Hideous raised his eyebrow, he continued, "I hate to interrupt you with your own thoughts, but Lilia is downstairs in the lobby. She insists on speaking with you in person." Wow, this is as early as he expected. He didn't think that this woman would knock on his door.