Levi Dying Novels & Stories

I am watching Everleigh and Nathan fighting over a plate of lasagna then Levi and Rael is just peacefully eating on my side. I blow an air while they kept on tugging the little plate from left to right with look as if their lofe depends on that food. Levi from my right side sighed. “You don’t want to always fight until your last breath, right?” Both of them look at Levi with their brows forming a straight line. "I don't want to die with this man." Everleigh muttered in pure frustration.

If someone rings the bell or knocks I’ll fucking gut them! I throw open the door without even so much as a glance to first see who it is. A serial killer? Religious nut? In no way was I expecting to see Levi. He’s got his classic backwards hat, tonight it’s bright red with black trim. He’s got a black muscle shirt, showing off his sinfully delicious arms and of course, ripped blue jeans. Fucking hell did he step out of a music video? I wouldn’t be the least bit surprised to see a cloud of smoke following him.

I asked if I could trade every last cent to erase every memory of this world. Sometimes, remembering is the worst punishment of all. The System agreed. It granted my request, no rewards revoked. As my memories faded, I saw their endings. Marco jumped after me. Vincent searched the rocks below until his body gave out, sitting on the shore until his lungs filled with blood, whispering that he'd stay with me forever. Draven burned the compound to the ground, every man who'd hurt me inside it, and let the flames take him too. Luca went back to Chicago, and was found dead in his home days later, the snub-nose .22 he'd given me as a kid clutched tight in his hand.

“Dr. De Vega… he’s dead.” “What? Damn…” Timotheus massaged the bridge of his nose after hearing the bad news. “What? Something wrong?” Ferran looked at him then diverted his gaze on the road. “You will not believe who did it. Jul—Danryll!” Timotheus heard Zyrille’s voice from the other line. “We need to go. Something’s going on with the kids… What?” “Hey—hello? Danryll!” Timotheus looked at the screen of his phone and the call ended. “Dr. De Vega… he died. He was killed.”

I read the date and the authorization line and the signature that ties Don Tobia Armenise to the death of his own nephew, and I close the ledger and hold it against my chest and I breathe. The courtyard behind me is reorganizing around a brother bleeding on the gravel and a sedan still idling at the gate. I hear voices, sharp and urgent, and I hear the Fiat's door open and I hear Enzo's voice, thin and strained, saying something I cannot make out. He is alive. The shot was clean and he is alive and I am in the chapel with the ledger in my hands and the proof of everything Don Tobia has done pressed against my ribs.

A memory that lived in the body not the mind. *Flash Back* “You have to take care of your sister Victoria,” her mom cried. Their house was on fire. “Mom you can make it, come out please” Lydia cried. Her dad was still inside. Victoria and Lydia cried as the house blew up, they watched their parents die in their eyes. January 2nd 2008 on the day of Lydia's parents ' burial. The two girls were standing in front of two coffins. Their eyes swallowed from crying. Lydia was still 7 years old and Victoria was 17 years old.

MIA'S POV After studying the maps until my eyes burned and my brain felt like it might leak out of my ears, Brady made an announcement that surprised exactly no one who'd gotten to know him. "We're going to die tomorrow," he said cheerfully. "Probably horribly. So tonight? Tonight we celebrate." "Celebrate what?" Walter asked dryly. "Our impending doom?" "Exactly! When else are we going to get the chance?" Brady was already moving through the war room, gathering everyone. "Come on. One last night before we throw ourselves into three consecutive suicide missions. Who's with me?"

I thought he was going to call 911 or the cops, but the first thing he did was open the livestream app's backend. "Shut it down! Turn it off! Cut the feed!" he screamed. His fingers shook as he jabbed the red "End" button. On the screen, the comments were already exploding. The earlier footage was a bit blurry because of the heavy rain, but everyone had heard the conversation. [What the hell? What's going on? Is she really dead?] [Wasn't this supposed to be a stunt? Someone actually died?] [What did Terence Locke just say? He hid the truth from his daughter for realism? That's straight-up murder!]

I replied and walked away angrily. “I said you are not going out, you would only go under someone’s watch.” he yanked my hands. I winced and looked at him with teary eyes. “Aaron! Let her go now!” Eden growled. “This was the reason I never told anyone what I was cursed with. I am now being treated like a child because I told you I am dying. What is the big deal? I have lived with it my whole life.” I yelled. “What is the big deal? You are dying and we don’t even know who cursed you or if the witch is still alive and you say it’s not a big deal?” he yelled back.

Fearing he’d actually do it, I quickly swiped the call away and pulled up my messages. Cathy: Rose, where are you?! Levi has been looking everywhere for you. His mom passed away last night. He’s a wreck. Call me. I stared at the screen, the words blurring in front of my eyes. Levi’s mother was gone. He needed me, and I was trapped in this room, smelling like the men who had spent the night breaking me.