Levi Nickname Novels & Stories

Smirk widened. “What?” I loosened my grip slightly. My eyes trailed down his body. Fuck. His chest. Right over his heart. My name in bold script: “Levi.” A small crown sat above it—like the one on my neck. From his ear down the side of his neck: “Lë:vi” in elegant Italian script. Then across his lower abdomen, where the V dipped toward his groin: “Levi King” in thorned lettering that wrapped around his hip like it was claiming him too.

Daisy’s POV He was still standing there. The tall, awkward, infuriatingly calm healer. He hesitated… then stepped closer. “I'm Levi. What is your name, mate?” he asked softly, then lowered his gaze to the floor. Levi. That name rang through my mind. The name curled around my tongue like magic. My wolf was pacing now, begging to come forward. And somewhere in the back of my mind, I realized something terrifying and electrifying all at once:

Levi said. I let his words dance around in my mind. We were in our senior year of high school. It should have been weird for a human to own his own home at his age, but I’ve always known he wasn’t like the others. Levi’s parents came from money, so of course he inherited that. Despite having the background that he has, Levi has never come off as snobby or treated anyone like they were less than because they weren’t as well of as he was. That could just be what I expected because of all of the novels I read. If Levi was a character in a book, would he be the male lead, or just the best friend?

I opened my Skype and texted him: Levi: How about “Levi and Easton is the endgame”?

Was he deliberately trying to mess with me? He screwed up his face in concentration, as if wrestling with some profound philosophical question. "He go far away he leave. They think I Seba but no" He shook his head, his dark hair falling across his forehead. "I am Lev Dmitri Streeter, they call me Levi. I’m not Seba he go away to malayo. Hiding from them." I nodded slowly, trying to piece it together. Sebastian was gone, hiding. But why? And why did these men think Levi was him? "O Okay, thank you. You eat now, Levi."

So the tone of the novel is: Leah, ‘What good brothers?! Bro, look closely, this mommy is a girl, ok?!’ QAQ …and… Levi, “Your sister and I are not suitable for each other.” (︶^︶)ノ Leah, “How so?” (°△°|||)?? Levi, “I’m gay.” （︶‿︶）

He mocked the big man. Levi smirked, “Very original.” He replied before he lowered his head to the window, “Does Mateo know that you are here, Mousy?” He took a jab at him. Kai rolled his eyes at the nickname, “This doesn’t concern him.” “Ah, right.” Levi nodded his head, “So, it wouldn’t matter if he knows, right?” He shrugged.

“He’s been… around a lot lately. Offering rides. Sitting beside me. And it’s not that I don’t appreciate it, but—” “You think he’s playing another game,” Kaylee finished quietly. Nick leaned forward. “He’s still Liam’s friend,” he said slowly, like he was working through the thought himself. “So I get it. But… I’ve seen Levi at basketball practice. He doesn’t talk much, barely hangs out with the guys unless it’s necessary. Doesn’t act like one of them.” “He walks with them,” I said flatly. “That’s enough.” Nick shrugged. “I’m just saying, maybe he’s not like the rest. Maybe he’s trying to be decent, in his own way.”

There was a spark in the ladies eyes when he saw his name. "Levi what? what's your son name dear?" she agreed "Levi, Just levuz I am an organaode, I donegave a surname" talking about how his life was, was a very bad thing for him. "you sad that you are an otoha?" the lady got alowe the him. "yes" he simply abwer

Levi Classic you Lilly Like you’re not the same Levi Dad would tell you to leap before you look My heart feels like a lump in my chest. Lilly Not fair Levi knows bringing up our parents is the best way to get me to cave. He’s more open about their deaths than I am. Even though sometimes I think it hit him harder. Shit. He’s calling me. I answer. “Are you calling to badger me?” “No, I’m calling to tell you to take Michael back if he apologizes. To leap before you look, Lillyy.” The nickname rolls off his tongue, but I hear it in my father’s voice.