Levi Ackerman Hot Novels & Stories

It was for the game. Levi appeared beside me before I’d even noticed his approach. His cologne… spicy, warm, dangerous reached me first. “You’re making it difficult to concentrate.” From the corner of my eye, I gave him a quick peek. “I thought you thrived under pressure.” “I do,” he murmured, his voice low enough to send a ripple of heat through me. “But this feels like sabotage.” I turned to face him, forcing a neutral expression. “Don’t flatter yourself. This dress is for the reporters.”

Léon I want her. Not with gentleness. Not with romance. I want to imprint myself upon her, to fill her with this fury that never leaves me. I want her to feel the weight of what she has unleashed. My hands on her ankles are an anchor. I pull her toward me. She offers a limp, passive resistance. Her body glides, long and supple, until she is there, beneath me, her breasts emerging from the water, the tips hardened by the contrast of warm air and steam. A feast.

Levi pushes up his glasses and smiles at me. "Over here we have Magner MacQuoid the shy one," she points a finger in his direction. He nervously adjusts his glasses and wipes his sweaty forehead with his palm. He waves at me. "And finally, Reuben Ackerman our golden boy," she says with a tease. Reuben just stares at me blankly with a slight tick in his jaw. He seemed irritated. "Let's get ready for our tutoring session shall we?" He says as he walks to the board and cleans a section of it.

"If you ask me, some people must be involved with the wrong kind of women, that's why they won't let their daughters see their real mothers." I was furious and panicked, with no time to argue. My hands were shaking so badly I could barely unlock my phone. After several tries, I finally dialed Vera's number. "Levi, weren't you acting pretty bold when you said you wanted a divorce? "For your information–Ace doesn't need a kidney. "He needs a heart."

Levy must have already risen. A soft chuckle escaped my lips as I remembered the events of the night. My inner girl was still doing cartwheels, buzzing with a triumphant glee. Levy was… everything. Kind, patient, powerful, and undeniably sensual. The contrast to Aeron’s cold touch, to Ryan’s desperate, almost punishing intensity, was stark and incredibly welcome. This felt right. This felt good.

Levi replied disdainfully, "I would've waited for a few more minutes if I knew she was so troublesome. She wasn't even a good lay, yet she was so annoying. "My mind was clouded by the drugs back then. On regular days, I wouldn't have touched her even if she offered herself." The woman said, "Don't say such things. She's still a wealthy young lady, after all." "What use would a wealthy young lady be? I'd rather have a hostess instead," Levi said as he wrapped his arms around the woman's waist. He caressed her all over before expertly flipping the hem of her black suspender dress. Levi's phone rang again as he was halfway busy. It was a call from Arthur.

She grabbed one of the men by the shoulder tightly and demanded, "What did you say? How do you know about this?" The man froze when he saw her face and stammered, "Dr. Ackerman, I didn't leak it. Every doctor in the hospital received the email. It was that video of you and Levi." Luna rushed to her computer in a daze, and sure enough, the video was there. Although it only showed their faces, the flashing pink leather whip and Levi's breathless, pained moans made it unmistakably clear what was happening. Luna sat frozen in front of the screen.

“I’ve been wanting to talk to you.” There was nothing good that could come from talking to Avery, but I also couldn’t seem to give myself permission to deny her, almost like I owed her something. I blew out a deep breath and forced my lips to stretch in a pleasant smile. “Yes, Avery? Is there something you need?” She didn’t bother to try and seem polite and decided to smirk instead. “Actually, I just wanted to pass along a message from Levi.” “Um, okay.” Had things really gotten so bad that Levi couldn’t even stand to look at her anymore, even just to deliver his own messages?

“Girl! I knew it! I knew it! You went on a work trip and came back blushing like a schoolgirl.” Irene laughed, burying her face in a throw pillow. “Stop it!” “I will not,” Levi said proudly. “So what now? Are we crushing on Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome?” Irene peeked out from behind the pillow. “He’s just… nice. But also confusing. And moody. And sometimes sweet. Sometimes rude. But always…” “Hot?” “Yeah,” Irene admitted. “Dangerously.” Levi clapped. “This is getting better than any K-drama I’ve ever watched.”

I tell him, unable to resist the desire to tease him, “If you play your cards right.” “Count on it, my love,” he says with a sexy grin, “There is nothing that could prevent this night from being anything other than perfect.” *** Amber’s POV “Levi, is that you?” a woman in an extremely revealing dress asks my husband, “I haven’t seen you in ages! By the Goddess, you look incredible!”