Levi Kazama Novels & Stories

Capri had moved on and could actually breath without feeling a pang in her heart. She could now think about Leo and not feel like something was missing and her whole world would just come crashing down. Work was finally getting to a place of not being utter chaos as she had a foundation of people that cared about what they were tasked to do. What she did not expect was Leo popping his head in like a lost puppy.

“Just stay calm. It’s not your fault. Stay on the line with me, okay?” I mute the call and turn to Levi and Jade. My voice drops into something colder. “I’m heading out. Take care of this for me, will you?” Levi nods without a beat. “Got it.” Jade doesn’t. He just stares. His confusion and a thousand questions are worn on his face like a fresh bruise. You’d think a guy with Krav Maga certification, former army reserve, and a résumé that reads like a UFC highlight reel would have better control over his poker face. But no.

꧁♡ 𝓣𝓲𝓶♡꧂ Kagemoto Kazama. The name alone was enough to tighten my chest, but I didn’t let it show. I kept my expression exactly how it was, calm, polite, almost amused, even though my fingers twitched slightly at my side where the vial Phil had given me rested, hidden and waiting.

', and 'oh my God! "You think so? Did you see how piercing his words and stare were to his cousin? His own cousin. Now that I think about it, he's beginning to look like one of those fictional anime characters you often watch. Levi is it?" Eloïse sighed and set on discarding her clothes after gesturing Bennie to undo her zipper. "That's because the guy messed up his idol's show. Anybody will do that, even you will do same to a Shawn Mendez show if your sister messed up with a piano key on scene. He was just being a cautious fan?" Eloïse defended. "It's Corporal Levi, point of correction. Show some respect."

The ringing sound of the doorbell follows. “Coming!” I get up and head to the door to find out who it is and what the person wants. I can't think of anyone who will be at the door this late at night. “How can I help you?” I question, scanning the unfamiliar figure I meet behind the door. His All-black clothing makes me instantly suspicious of him. “Are you Valery Hale?” The stranger asks back with his hands behind his back. How does he know my name? “Yes. How can I help you?” I ask again, still trying to decode his intentions.

Somewhere, in the heart of Philadelphia, a third power was rousing from its slumber. Kazuya Tekada, the charismatic boss of the Japanese mafia could be seen with his characteristic eerie smile. His eyes filled with excitement, as he was in the midst of finalizing a deal. "Yeah, yeah! Don't you worry about a thing, my friend," Kazuya spoke with a confident tone, his voice laced with a hint of excitement. "Our guys will make sure your merchandise is delivered safe and sound. We've got the finest coke, the finest marijuana, and as a special token of appreciation from our esteemed organization, we've even thrown in a little bonus for you."

Lariempi said emotionlessly “Lord please teach me how to kill them, even with my powers I could only watch…” Amelia said before breaking into tears again and Lariempi smiled slightly “You couldn’t kill them because your weapon was too inferior.” He said, he then raised his index finger and a drop of golden god-blood dropped from his finger and landed on the ground

I make a self-satisfied face and brush my hair off my shoulders with one hand. I see Azael with a pool stick in hand, walking towards me, with his particular torn black jeans, a white T-shirt that makes his tattoos show through, and a leather jacket. I approach him, pissed off, shortening the space between us, and several of his friends who look similar to him, look me up and down with mischievous smiles.