Levi Ackerman Quotes Novels & Stories

Again. "She's beautiful and young," Levi's mom said, smoothing her hair back like a seasoned diplomat before launching her missile. "I'm worried because of her own carelessness that she'll ruin that reputation of hers and lose everything. I'm being so nice here." "That's still my friend," Levi said, a little defensive, a little... sharper than usual. "You don't have to talk around an insult." Huh. Maybe he wasn't as stupid as I thought. Not entirely.

Levi gaped, speechless. After a long, heavy silence, he mumbled feebly, "But Nikki... I'm only human. You have to allow me to make mistakes..." How absurd. I let out a cold, brittle laugh. "So I can make mistakes too, right? I can sleep with another man, get pregnant with another man's child, and come back asking you to raise it as your own?" "Of course not!" Levi shouted. I stared at him, my gaze icy, letting him hear the deafening silence that followed.

I nodded in response and answered, "Yes, I am." The two of them looked quite satisfied with my answer. Levi continued, "You do look beautiful just like he described. I thought he was bragging about you, but we were wrong…" Before Levi finishes, "Didn't I ask you to leave already? Why are you still here?" A voice came from behind me. All of us turned around and saw Mr Ackerman in the doorway.

Damn how this might've been the first conversation in my life where I wasn't thinking about what I could gain from someone. Was it that stupid buried part of me that once wanted connection? Why the hell was it crawling back? Why was it so strong tonight? I hate how much I don't hate it. Levi leaned back on the bench, "Alright, your turn." "To do what? A flip?" I asked. "To tell me about you." Absolutely not. I don't talk about myself. People weaponize information. They always do. And my life isn't grand. "There's not much to tell," I said.

He spat the words out as if they disgusted him. “I don’t have to explain anything to you, remember? We haven’t been friends in years. We haven’t spoken in years. Just because you decide to put some effort in doesn’t mean that you’re just welcome to walk back into my life and give me a lecture. I think you'vef forgotten.” “Forgotten what?” Levi asked. “You’re no one,” I hissed. “Oh, grow up, Amia! You’re acting childish! Can’t you see how much danger you’re in?” Levi yelled.

As he stood before them, the air seemed to hold its breath, the hallway a silent witness to the impending conversation. Clearing his throat, Levi began, "I want to apologize for not sharing everything with you. It was never my intention to keep you in the dark, and I understand that it may have caused confusion and frustration." His voice was earnest and filled with regret, his words a reflection of his genuine remorse.

He was going to do or say whatever he wanted to do or say. “Okay, what is your problem?” Levi finally walked in, joining them. He was very steady and his words were clear for someone who had drank half a bottle of vodka. It was impressive but it was not drinking was not something that he was impressed with. Levi had been listening but did not want to come out until now. “Why do you hate me?” He asked Ace. He was sick of passive aggression, hostile behavior, and verbal attacks. Ace chuckled rudely. “I don’t hate you, man. I just don’t like or trust you.” He shrugged.

“We did.” “So why does it feel like we’re both lying?” Levi didn’t answer right away. He reached past her—slow, deliberate—grabbed a mug from the cabinet behind her head. His arm brushed her shoulder. She didn’t move. “Because we are,” he said finally. Avery’s breath hitched. Levi set the mug down. Looked at her—really looked. “I don’t do repeats,” he said. “I don’t do feelings. I don’t do complications.”

I said. “Now why don’t we just super speed?” Mars said, “No, we’re already here. There’s no need for such stress.” I turned and looked at him. “Such stress? Ohhh, so now it’s stress?” He waved his hands at me and said, “Levi, just drive and do your job.”

"You know, Kill has always been the silent type. Even when we were kids, he preferred action over words. If something needed fixing, he'd just go ahead and fix it. No need for long explanations or discussions." I pondered this as Lev spoke, realizing that his silent demeanor wasn't just a recent development but a fundamental aspect of his personality. Lev continued, "He's not one for small talk or unnecessary chatter. But if you ever need someone to have your back, he's the guy you want in your corner."