Levi Garrison Novel Novels & Stories

Levi's gaze shifted between the passing scenes, his thoughts dwelling on the events that had led him to this point. The cab ride offered a momentary pause, a sanctuary amidst the chaos of his emotions. The city's hum surrounded him, a symphony of honking horns and distant conversations, providing a sense of Levi stood in front of his safe house, a hint of anticipation mingling with a touch of weariness. Retrieving the keys from his pocket, he unlocked the sturdy lock that secured the entrance. With a firm grip, he pulled the heavy garage door upward, revealing the space that held his cherished possessions and memories.

Poor Allison witnessed the explosion of my rage when I read that, but then again, she's known me most of my life, I'm fairly certain she would have expected that reaction when she brought me the information. Darius nudges me and I'm jolted from my thoughts when Levi returns to the room, judging by the frown on both his and Anastasia's face, coupled with the glance in my direction, I'm not going to like what they're about to tell me. "Well, good news is… Harrison is in place and after a fairly rigorous interrogation followed by him helping them get back to the packhouse after a bit of fairy mischief, they've accepted him into their pack." Levi announces with a victorious smack to the desk.

he groaned with a hint of fear. He wondered if he would lose himself and his good sense under the spell of love. It was an emotion that made people do things that they usually wouldn’t do; he’d seen it with his friends. When it came to Jodi Garvey, the general did things that he usually wouldn’t do. The general would fight a fleet of armed men for her – getting hurt be damned. Goldman heard the story about Jesse, the moonshiner, and Jodi screwing in the bar one night and the general had gone off. The general had broken Jesse’s nose over it and he and Jodi weren’t even dating when she and Jesse had that one night stand. And Dalton. If someone would have told Goldman a year ago that Dalton wou

Levi is just a ghost who will eventually be wooed away to step back. I didn’t know she had to suffer, a lot but all I could see, I wanted to see, was a bright future with me and her. So, I wanted to let go of it… all of it and never look back. And things are going my way, just as I wanted, Levi is dead and I am with her… There will be no, Mayhem of our love. . . . And we will live happily... Ever... After...

“And who’s this?” Levi, who had been looking around the compound with a kind of overwhelmed awe, immediately bristled at Eli’s tone. The defensiveness snapped back into place like a shield. “I’m Levi,” he said, his voice a challenge. “Who’re you?” Eli’s eyebrows rose slightly. “I’m Eli. Head of perimeter security. And we have a protocol for new arrivals.” “Yeah? What’s the protocol? A pat-down and a cavity search?” Levi shot back, crossing his arms. “I just spent two days with these two. I think they vouch for me not having a bomb up my ass.”

A voice whisper behind me. Everly. I ignore her. “Do hear the latest rumor now?” She ask, then continues. “Nova mother is back. And it looks like she’s going to be reclaiming her title as Mrs Garrison.” My jaw clenches as I scratch my brow, and wonder why the line so fucking long. She giggles. “I heard from the staff this morning that Mr. Garrison rushes out of the company and it was later heard that he has gone to Liliana’s side at the hospital just because she has a minor cut.”

Her eyes looked too big, haunted by a past she couldn't reach. A soft knock on the double doors broke the silence. Lily tensed, pulling the lapels of the robe tighter around her throat. "Come in." The door opened, but it wasn't Gideon. It was Levi. He had discarded his suit jacket and tie. The top two buttons of his crisp white shirt were undone, the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, revealing strong, tan wrists. He carried a leather-bound folder in one hand. Without his formal armor, he looked less like a corporate deity and more like a dangerous man relaxing in his own territory.

Robin “You just started a war. You’re aware of that, right?” Levi’s voice was like a scalpel—precise, cold, and meant to draw blood. He was standing by the window of the Moon Pack’s main hall, his back to the moonlight, staring at me with that analytical intensity he’d inherited from God knows where. Not me. I was never that patient. I sat in my wheelchair, the motor humming faintly as I adjusted my position. I nodded. “I’m aware.”

God, his arms felt good. “Shit,” Livi cursed, sprinting into the house looming above us. It must be the house he was staying in here in the West, because when he called out, his men answered. “Bring suppressants!” Someone far off cursed. “I don’t think we brought any, Sir!” Levi growled out, “Then find some!” before turning for the stairs. The world jostled as Levi brought me upstairs somewhere dark. A giggle burst out of me and the heat oozed along my bones. I didn’t hurt now. Maybe because I was far enough from Mason. And maybe the heat was calm because stopped fighting it.

Levi had not returned home, he kept staring at the time as if he was waiting for something, soon it would be Christmas, he just wanted to have one last dinner with someone special, and as soon as it was ten minutes before Christmas he made his way to the mansion, strangely enough the gate was open. The bright and luxurious place was empty and cold, there was not a soul to notice him there, he kept an eye on the time, he climbed the stairs to the office finding the hallway all dirty full of torn and broken portraits, then he went down again going to the hall, where the table was set and an old gentleman with his back to him sat posturing in front of a meal. "Did you find the gate open?" asked