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.

He smiled when he saw Ava. “Well,” he said softly, “there she is.” Luca raised the gun instantly. “Don’t.” The man ignored the weapon completely. “You’ve caused me a very inconvenient night, Luca.” “You broke into my home.” “You killed three of my men.” “They shot first.” Ava stood frozen near the hallway entrance, unable to move. The stranger finally looked directly at her. And smiled again. “Ava Sinclair,” he said. “Twenty-four. Junior editor at Blackwell Publishing. Lives in Brooklyn. Drinks too much coffee and lies to her mother every Sunday about being happy.”

“Tall, dark hair, dark eyes, kind of old... well, your age.” “And was he a total dick?” Elias nodded, “Yeah.” I gave Ella a heavy glance before closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. “Do you know who it is?” Cato asked, stepping forward, “Dad?” I slammed the champagne bottle on the table. “Luciano fucking Megestanis.” “Luciano? The guy who-” Cato began, his eyes flickering to Ella. “Yes, that guy.” The guy who molested Ella, raped a poor human woman, assisted Andrea Martinez, and somehow broke free from my prison. To list a few.

—Yes, wonderfully, Santiago is a great man. -Santiago? - Luciana asked in a whisper, when Irina was going to answer the two men arrived. —I think we can go now, Santi has arrived. — Said Saúl who at that moment looked from him to Luciana — Lu, meet my best friend Santiago O'Brien. — And then he turned to his friend — and I present to you Luciana Brown, Irina's best friend. — They both looked at each other surprised, Santiago couldn't help but look at her from top to bottom with her gaze.

my father said, looking at me, almost daring me to say something. "Mr. Berlusconi, I've conducted thorough research. It turns out that she no longer has a fiancé. You actually returned the money to him two years ago," Bossman informed me, leaving me even more astonished. "Wait, he did research," I asked myself. "I don't know what you are talking about, Mr. Gravano," my father said without taking his eyes off me. I turned to Bossman, not wanting to look at that prick, and noticed him calling Samuele over. Samuele handed him a file and walked away.

Never once appeared angry. Instead, he had spoken with visible restraint and wounded dignity. “Connard-Rutherford Consortium repeatedly attempted to secure partnership agreements with Novaris Holdings, only to be rejected every time. Now I don’t know what to think.” He had delivered the lines with such exhaustion, reluctantly disclosing that Theodore Lucian Banks and Alicia had known each other personally. That Banks had gained unauthorized access to Tobey. That his wife had disappeared shortly after becoming involved with the CEO of Novaris Holdings. When the interviewer asked if he believed Theodore Banks had manipulated the situation for personal gain, Levi had looked down for several sec

There are no rooms for sex and Max doesn't even like to stay open past 9 pm. But Levi was far from calm. He glared at the reporter the same way he did at his uncle, and I instantly pulled his arm back. I didn't want him to cause a scene here. “My wife is a librarian and honourable. That’s all you need to know.” Levi said, his voice coming out very strong and firm. More flashes and microphones came forward, but soo did the securities. We moved closer to the car, but the questions didn't slow down. “Mrs Adam, what would you use the 3% shares for?

“He’s here. He is qualified for the job, and he’s had his own past in a world with men like Lorenzo.” “Bring him in.” She opened the door wider. A man entered with the kind of stillness that clears a room. Tall. Dark hair, neatly kept. A charcoal suit that didn’t announce itself and a gaze that did, cool, attentive, unhurried. He stopped at a polite distance, as if measuring the space between us and deciding not to invade it. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said, nodding once. “Elias Gray. Thank you for accepting me in your firm. Ms. Vale told me that you needed a lawyer as a second advisor to your lawyer.”

Deborah watched him as he moved—his shoulders broad, back straight, one hand trailing the spines of the books as he searched. As Liam fished out the document, his fingers brushed against one of the books that seemed slightly out of place. The spine wasn’t aligned with the others—it jutted forward just a little. He paused, his eyes narrowing slightly as he stared at it. His brows knit together for the briefest moment. But he didn’t say anything. Instead, he pulled out a folder and returned to Deborah, handing her the paper. *** From somewhere across town, someone watched Liam through a hidden camera placed inside that very book—positioned just slightly forward on Liam’s shelf.

My head reeled from the jolt of the slap, like a lightning bolt hitting me against the rough ground. "You never molded me. I am Levi Jones, a well-known billionaire in Italy. I have always wanted you since the first day I met you at that school. I gathered extensive information about you because I never wanted to fall into a trap and get my heart broken like Lily did to me many years ago before I traveled and became successful," he growled, snapping his fingers. My heart skipped a beat; I had no idea what he might do next. Then, a young man walked in with a lit cigarette, which Levi took, inhaling deeply before exhaling smoke into the air.