Novel & Cerita Levi And Eren

"If you hadn't brought me here, maybe I could have taken Henzie home!" "I don't care." "Huh ... you haven't changed at all! Still like to be flat and casual!" Eren quipped when he remembered the time when he knew Kevin. Yes, Eren and Kevin were close high school friends. They then separated when they graduated and chose to study in different places. Now, they have been reunited in England. And because, they can be called the 'prospective CEO' of their respective companies. So, they decided to start working together.

He stopped in front of me and looked up, all expectation. “Can we be together again?” Before I could answer, the door behind me opened. Liana peeked out, rubbing one eye with her small fist. “Mommy?” She saw Hades and Eren, tilted her head, then ran over and wrapped herself around my leg. “Mommy, who are they?” The air changed. Eren’s smile froze. His gaze moved from Liana to me, then back to Liana, and his lips began to tremble. “Who is she?” His voice sharpened. “Why is she calling you Mommy?”

Up close, he didn’t look so much older, but more finished, like someone had sanded away all the softness until only intent and bone were left. He leaned down, voice soft. “You needed it.” For a second, the world was only his breath and the dark scent of his coat. Then the moment snapped—Derek appeared, clipboard in hand, eyebrows furrowed to maximum. “Everything cool out here?” Derek said, eyeing Levi like he was an active shooter. Levi didn’t even look at him. “Ava’s leaving early,” he said, flat as fact. Derek bristled. “She just got here. I need her for closing.”

He just looked like a cold, calculating machine. "Ah, Dante," Levi said. His voice was smooth and polite, projecting easily across the quiet room. "You finally made it." I checked my watch. "It's exactly nine o'clock." "We usually start pre-briefings at eight-forty-five," he replied. "But we can adjust for your learning curve. Have a seat." He gestured to the only empty chair left in the room. It was right across from him at the opposite end of the long table. He wanted me far away, positioned exactly where everyone could stare at me.

Even Lord Ewen couldn’t help but be surprised upon hearing this calmly. Seeing his expression, Arista paused, reconsidered her words, then hastily waved her hand. “No, you misunderstood. It’s not as you think. The relationship between me and Levi... is actually very simple.” Although Arista said it was simple, her demeanor was vague, causing Lord Ewen to laugh involuntarily. “According to Arista’s view, she and Levi are not like a passionate man and a sentimental lady.” “Huh?” Arista blinked, her heart suddenly beating faster. “Oh... about that... I was just kidding. Between him and me... compared to that kind of relationship, we’re more like enemies.”

" With a broken voice, I said. Levi, I am not losing you. Not like this. Our eyes connected, and for a split second the surroundings appeared to vanish. There was an unwritten pact between us—that we would fight for each other, no matter the cost—despite the anarchy and risk. Then remain near, he remarked softly at last. I nodded, my will strengthening. Our backs pushed against one another as the fight went on, and together we turned to confront Dante and his soldiers. The battle was violent and disorganized; shooting and yelling permeated the air. Levi moved with an accuracy and grace that astounded me; his every action was deliberate and lethal. Still, more seemed to show, their numbers ov

he called out, loud enough for a few nearby colleagues to glance over. Avery flipped him off affectionately, laughing under her breath. Levi just smiled—easy, relaxed, the kind of smile that reached his eyes. They rode the elevator up together: Jamie, Julian, Avery, and Levi. The space felt smaller than usual, charged with unspoken awareness. No one said anything about the joined hands between Avery and Levi. But Julian’s eyes flicked down once, noting the connection, then back up. The corner of his mouth twitched in quiet approval, a subtle nod of support that meant more than words.

Enrico roared. "Enrico, I don’t think you need me here right now. I know you need your privacy," Levi said, trying to buy him some time. "Privacy? You threw that out the window ages ago!" Enrico shot back. "Sit down and shut up. Look at what you've done to my fiancée—her beautiful face is turning purple!" he pointed out. Levi, unfazed, replied cheekily. "I didn’t do anything, Enrico. She was radiant before I let him into your office," Levi said with a smirk. Enrico stood up, ready to confront him, but Levi darted behind me with surprising speed, dodging Enrico’s reach.

Sitting with them on one of the throne like chairs is a man with very rough features, who I can only assume is the brother of Lauren, Connor. He looks very pleased with himself, but it seems that he nearly soiled himself in glee when the other door on the other side of the arena opens and there comes Levi, wearing a full armor like me, strapped in pretty much the same weapons as I am, except he has the typical bow and arrow as well as a big battle axe. "What do we do, Levi?" I ask him through mind-link again. "What's our plan of action here? I know that neither of us want to die. We both need to come back for Arya."

he blurted and then continued, “I'm Ares, by the way. I hope you don't mind if I ask your name, Lady?” Ares was about to reach my hands when someone suddenly interrupted. I froze in my direction, thinking that this might be James, but then I found out that it's just Levi. “Ares.” When Levi's tone echoed, Ares and I turned our heads in his direction. I smiled at Levi and he nodded his head. “Brother, what's wrong?” Ares asked Levi. On the other hand, Levi just speaks when he's near us. “I just saw you talking to Emerald, so I came over. Someone might spread dark energy later if he found what's going on here,” Levi responded, which caused my face to redden.