Lavi Bookman Novelas e Histórias

Levi sat at the table, wrists shackled, his dark hair longer than I remembered, his face gaunt… but his eyes were the same. Sharp… Calculating…. Watching. The moment his gaze landed on Gavin, his mouth twisted into something between amusement and disdain. He leaned back in his seat, his eyes narrowed. “Well, if it isn’t my old friend, Gavin Landry,” Levi drawled. “What honor do I have for this visit, Almighty Alpha?” Gavin didn’t look the least bit amused. “We came for information,” Gavin said, pulling out a seat for me to sit down. I sat down, and Gavin sat in the seat beside me, his hand never leaving my thigh. I wrapped my fingers around his hand, as if that were enough to ground me.

She looked the man over and thought the title of the janitor befitting of him compared to his present position. Looking from Eva to Camelia, the man saw that Eva was serious. He sucked up his laughter and took down some notes. After a couple of minutes, he redirected the duo to another agent. The man, Jacob Books was tall and handsome. He had a disarming smile and he was blonde. He gave off the vibe of someone who knew exactly what he was doing. He also seemed like someone humorous and yet serious. Eva found herself lost in his eyes the instant they were introduced.

"Meeting a businessman like yourself who runs the world is truly an honor." Honor? Shouldn't people like Mr. Nobile be afraid of Odin? Yes, he is a businessman that runs both lower and higher levels. That is because he's a mafia boss. Mr. Nobile runs this facility, and the fact Odin has connections with the law is unbelievable. I contacted Odin about meeting Devin, but he thought it was a bad idea. I begged him without revealing who Devin was to me. So, he reached the county jail in Los Angeles and made an appointment. I didn't tell Liam about me seeing Devin. He would be upset and would prevent me from going. Luckily, he's at school. That's why I need to see Devin. I need to confirm somethi

Dinara This is not happening. Devil take him! An absolute nightmare of the greatest proportion, thinking she had been clever enough to withhold her identity from him. She internally frowned at her thoughts. Like he would give a damn. El Patrón came because of her brother. Dominic Vasily. The infamous Mafia Tzar. Most of the underground lords see the tzar as their leader. It was only prudent they're here.

JJ shows Daniel into my mother’s sitting room. “Hi Mr Fields, please call me Lily.” I narrow my eyes at JJ who blushes. I should really take what I can get, at least Lillian is not, Miss Blackwood. I shake Daniel’s outreached hand. “I wouldn’t be comfortable with Lily; may I call you Miss Blackwood?” he asks politely “No, you may not” his eyebrows shoot up in surprise, “Okay. Lily.” I smile. “This is Lucas Craven.” “Mr Craven is fine.” I narrow my eyes and roll my eyes at Luke. Men! JJ starts to leave.

Both Lavi and Alice reacted with visible distress upon hearing how Jacob intended to sacrifice their parents to extend his vampire life and increase his power. "Could you two put your disguises back on, please?" Leo suggested to Lavi and Alice. They quickly donned their vampire disguises, which concealed their powers effectively. The four of us watched the monitor closely, seeing Jacob and his assistant lying in wait for Raven's arrival. Alice, munching on popcorn, watched intently as if viewing a movie while Lavi smiled at her.

She sat beside Mia, elbow on the back of the couch, eyes trained on her like Mia was a puzzle she already half-solved and intended to finish tonight. They talked. About the Omega client Mia had come to advocate for. About Lavielle’s firm. About Arlo, and how he once caught an entire embezzlement ring by hacking into a smart fridge. Lavielle’s voice was softer now. Smoother. “You’ve got incredible eyes,” she said at one point, completely unprompted. “They’re like...frosted glass over thunder.” Mia choked on banana cake. “You’re not allowed to say things like that when I’m eating.”

Lavínia, now alert, took a small step back, pretending to adjust something in her bag while keeping her eyes fixed on the man's reflection in the elevator mirror. When there was just one floor left before the first stop, the doors began to slide open slowly. The man stepped forward, dragging his cart with him. But before exiting, he stopped and turned to face her. Lavínia felt the air freeze when she saw the cold smile creeping onto his lips. "Is something wrong?" she asked, trying to maintain her composure, though a wave of unease crept through her. The man didn’t respond. Instead, he gave a slight tip of his hat and, with his teeth, uncapped a small metal bottle he had pulled from his cart

Moreau’s perpetually simmering anxieties. Liam navigated the creaking floorboards of the library, the only room in the house that still held a semblance of its former grandeur. He ran a finger along the spine of a leather-bound book, the title long since obscured by age and grime. He didn’t care about literature; he cared about leverage. And Julian Davenport was the ultimate lever.

AVA The address Marcus had given me led to a small coffee shop in Queens, far from Liam's world of Manhattan penthouses and power lunches. I found Marcus sitting in a corner booth, wearing jeans and a regular jacket instead of his usual black suit. He looked like a completely different person. "Thank you for coming," he said as I slid into the seat across from him. "This feels like something out of a spy movie." "In some ways, it is. Liam has cameras and recording devices throughout the penthouse. He monitors everything."