Levi Ackerman Novelas e Histórias

River marvels and the man gushes, clearly proud that River recognizes who he is. Levi had been a part of the mechanics business for many decades, and his impact had been well awarded, despite the troubles he'd faced. His afflictions were cause for concern, but he was a man of stature and optimism. He was a philanthropist and public humanitarian, that kept the likes of his personal life hidden from outside eyes. "In the flesh." He bows his head once. "What's your name?" "River Kennedi." He answers, extending a hand that the man takes, firmly shaking it.

She nodded, giving him a warm hug before he set out on his journey back home. A tiring journey it was indeed with Akeelah's never ending screech echoing throughout the journey. Levi showed no interest in why Akeelah screeched too much, his mind was centered on the relationship he believed existed between him and Zina. He smiled, recalling the past events they had shared together, her smiles and how he was her knight in shining armour. Much later, Levi found himself in front of his mini hut. He heaved a sigh of relief as he walked into his home with cobwebs and dusty counters everywhere.

Levi lays his black Amex card down on the small, delicate plate with the bill for dinner. “Right, let’s call it a night. We all have to be up nice and early. I’m catching a flight back to New York.” That’s where Levi lives now. He was living here in Aspen but when he met his wife some years ago and her fashion business being in New York, they decided to split their time between the two places. That man, I swear, sees the inside of his private jet more times than I have hot meals. We all get up, and I move to pull out Madi’s chair for her to allow her to stand. “Chivalry, well, well, well. Didn’t think you had it in you, Stone.” Her voice is laced with acid sarcasm.

"I can whip you up a green power smoothie, if you like?" Levi was the son of Lincoln, the late owner of Linc's Diner who past away a little over a year ago from a heart attack. That is why Levi is so gungho on health and fitness. I don't blame him but you also couldn't pay me to drink one of those things instead of my warm, amazing, hazelnut coffee.

The creditors who had come to collect their debts were now pale and on edge. Was that reckless guy still alive in there? With Horatio's temper and sheer brute strength, he had probably been torn to pieces by now. A few of the more timid ones could not take it any longer and slipped away quietly. Whatever the Ackermann family owed, they no longer dared to ask for it. Just then, Abel, the ever-polished CEO of Ackermann Pharmaceutical, finally appeared. He strolled in with a perfectly composed smile, his gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose. A sleek designer suit framed him in that carefully curated image of a high-society professional.

And that’s when I knew. Levi wasn’t ordinary. He wasn’t a plumber. Or a wanderer. Or some man who'd just forgotten where he came from. He was someone. Someone expensive. Raised, maybe not rich, but definitely... important. Precise. Educated. And he was going to remember that. Soon. And when he did- He’d leave. *** That night, I couldn’t sleep. He had fallen asleep quickly, like always. Calm. Breathing deep. Like nothing had changed.

Levi Morrison was waiting in the service drive, just inside the first break in the perimeter. He had the posture of a man who’d done this at least a dozen times before breakfast: boots planted in frost-killed grass, arms folded, tactical duffel at his feet. If he’d noticed the cold, he didn’t show it. He looked me up and down. “I told you not to wear anything that would make you a target.” I glanced down. I was in black jeans, an old crew neck, and the kind of jacket you buy from an army surplus bin for fifteen bucks. “Pretty sure it’s a step up from the last time you saw me.”

Nothing, and no one move. The women were staring at him with their eyes wide open, like they had never seen anything like him before. I know, he always looks magnificent. And the magnificent looking man had kissed... I quickly shook my head. No way I'm gonna think about that again! "Levi" The woman who had worn a red dress said, standing up to go meet him. She stood beside him, looking between he and the women who still haven't moved "Girls, this is Levi Ackerman, and Levi these are the girls" she introduced.

Isaac’s tone was emotionless as he stared blankly. “I couldn’t feel the connection anymore after waking up,” he added. My grip on his hand tightened, but honestly, I did not feel anything for her—no grief, no sadness. ~~~~ “We have managed to get Clement back, bubba.” I kiss Isleen’s forehead while gently giving her a sponge bath. She is doing much better today. The Pack doctor has given clearance for her to sit for long hours, but not to strain herself. She was still restrained from using her healing power and getting out of bed.

Ace was the closest thing that Levi had to a brother, and there was no way that he was going ruin his life by filing charges against him. The air had a smokey smell but it was nostalgic in a way to Levi. Mr. Clark’s mansion was basically where Levi and Ace hung out most of the time before Ace’s dad left, causing him to be one of the youngest to become Alpha. Levi later left the pack with his family due to some personal reasons. They started their own pack and soon after, he became the Alpha of the Silver Moon pack. “Hello, people!” Levi said in a cheery tone as he walked onto the porch and approached the others. “Why the gloomy faces? Did somebody die?” He joked but no one laughed, not even