Levi Ackerman Realistic Novels & Stories

He almost propped his legs on the desk, but Stefan's glare warned him against it. "You see, First Lady, I get that reaction a lot because I like to present myself well. But in reality, I’m broke—jobless, no money," Levi admitted. Then, looking at Stefan, he added, "We’re all human, right? And if I’m not mistaken, money is the number one key to survival. I need to work to earn some." "You know nothing about business, Levi," Stefan reminded him. "Who cares? I'm a multitasker. I’ve been a doctor, a surgeon, an actor, a writer—Stefan, I believe there’s nothing I can't do." Levi smirked as he stood up. "I’ll start at 8 AM tomorrow. Thanks."

It's been a week since Levi's accident and now he's cleared to go home. Levi still doesn't remember me in any way even though I tried making him remember. I could tell he was uncomfortable with my presence but tolerated it. I know he was suspicious of me but he was trying to trust me. He also got his things back so I'm hoping that maybe there's something in his phone that would help him remember.

She responded, and I had the most dumbfounded look on my face as I looked towards her. “Levi is a jerk, has no remorse for people's feelings, why the hell will I love someone like that when I'm the opposite of him?” “It's alright for you to like someone who isn't you, and you need to stop denying your feelings for him because it makes no sense at all. I mean, Levi is out there doing good lord knows what, and you are here crying like a baby because of something he said and things he did? Come on, let's be a little realistic here.”

It surprised both of us. “At least I have enough decency not to steal another woman’s child for my barren wife!” Levi stared at me, disbelief flashing across his face before morphing into rage. “You're a lying bastard!” he yelled. His face was pale, his fists trembled. I had struck him harder. “No,” I said calmly. “I am not and you know it” His laughter came sharp and ugly. “You really are pathetic” he sneered. “Making up stories now? Is this what you do when you lose everything? You invent filth to feel better?”

She handed me a glass of water and I quickly downed it. “What was that? Why did it feel so real? What did it mean?” I pulled off my shirt while remaining seated on the floor, trying to make sense of everything. Leila was packing up her kit and she had beads of sweat on her forehead to match mine that made me certain that my dream had an unfortunate interpretation that I shouldn't be eager to hear. “It was a reckoning, the cur—” The door was suddenly pushed open startling both Leila and I but we instantly relaxed when we realized that it was Levi.

He flexed his hands, clenching and unclenching his fists as he repeated the motions a few times until he was used to the brass knuckles and felt confident enough he could punch someone without hurting himself in the process. Half an hour later, Levi made his way to his car, his box tucked safely under his arm. Mrs Ackerman was still at his place, cleaning out the fridge when he arrived. He spent a few minutes reminding her about the importance of discretion; she could certainly learn a thing or two from Angela. There'd be no raise for her for a very long time. "I'm sorry," she replied meekly, her head cocked to the side slightly. "I thought the lass knew."

He’d like to stay and watch his son grow, land kisses on his wife’s fore-head each morning, but they weren’t real. Ackermann goes into the living room to meet his wife and son, with a knife in his hand and watery eyes. “Honey, what’s wrong? Why are you crying, and why are you standing in front of us with a knife? Is it because of the weird nightmare you had? Trust me, they are not real. Put the knife down and come sit with us, come sit with your family.” Said Martha as she stretched her arms towards Ackermann. And he almost gave in. Ackermann almost forgot that his family wasn’t real, because there was nothing he wanted more than to be with them.

It was rude and uncalled for, plus it had some truth in it so it was triggering. Mr. Clark did love his daughter but Levi was right that he had only proven the opposite. Standing there and watching your daughter get an abortion that is not consensual is in no way what a loving parent would do. “That’s something that the both of us can agree on,” Ace mumbled, but his voice was loud enough for everyone to hear. “Levi needs to shut up and go back to his little home office, so the grown-ups can talk.” He smirked, knowing very well that he was edging Levi on; taunting him.

the receptionist said, handing me a key. "Sure" I replied, before I grabbed Maya's hand, pulling her with me before she started touching anything. People gasped as they saw our hands intertwined and as usual maya stared not understanding why they did that. With the way she was dressed, they would definitely know I was way out of her league, and that was the plain truth. She could never own up to my league no matter how hard she tried Hell, it was impossible for her. She had no idea who Levi Ackerman truly was.

"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."