Levi Petra Novels & Stories

Leila giggled, "Just call me Leila." "Leila, it is," Trevor mumbled, assessing her. "What brought a beautiful damsel like you to meet the devil?"

In front of me, even Kasey seemed to be holding her breath. “Who’s your friend, Kasey?” the man asked, taking a step back so he could rake his eyes over my body. I squirmed under his gaze, terrified yet stupidly attracted to this asshole in front of me. He was tall and built, with brushed-back hazel hair, a five o’clock shadow, and a gaze so intense I wanted to drop to my knees and beg him for mercy. “My name is Evelina,” I said steadily. “Eve.”

Was he angry? I heard Tiden move behind me. "We thought you're busy," he said. Levi walked up to the stage and reached for the spare microphone. A familiar song began to play. Levi sang the lyrics. "You are my love, my one and only love You still my soul, placing every heartbeat on edge..."

Levi’s head hit the ceiling and the singing abruptly stopped. “Aw shit! Sorry!” Dani said, hitting the brakes to slow down on the road. “I wasn’t paying attention. I didn’t know you could sing.” Levi grinned as he rubbed the top of his head. “I don’t really. Just in the shower and the car. I like Chris Stapleton. He’s got a lot of real feeling to him.” “I agree. I saw him in concert in Dallas a couple of years ago. Loved it!” Dani turned into Levi’s driveway.

Petra asked as Lyyana stared at him, standing next to him. Lyyana smiled, "What's wrong with you? Something bothering you?" she asked softly. Petra took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. He stared deeply into Lyyana's eyes and unexpectedly, he hugged Lyyana, resting his head on her flat stomach while repeatedly exhaling heavily. Lyyana was initially surprised, but in the next moment, she tried to relax and rubbed Petra's back without making any sound. She knew enough that Petra didn't need advice or words of encouragement right now; what he needed was a friend to listen.

Levi King is the polar opposite of his little brother. While they resemble one another, Levi is just as tall as Devin, standing at six-foot-two, lean and muscular. Dark, soulfully deep brown eyes lined with long, dark curly lashes that would make most girls green with envy. Light brown hair that he keeps shaved at the sides and tied up most of the time in a man bun. Levi is through and through the bad boy next door. Rides a motorbike, need I say more? His laidback persona only adds to his sex appeal. He’s ever so charming and has a smile so gorgeous it will melt the panties right off you. Unlike Devin, who is the responsible one, Levi doesn’t like to be tied down. He’s all about living and e

I was wearing my best black skinny jeans, a white, short-sleeved crop top and white sneakers so a pretty basic outfit. I turned around, seeing his silhouette walking through the darkness. I waited for him to move a little more into the light before saying anything, "Good morning." He looked surprised at first but he shook it off, "Good morning." he replied as he walked around the kitchen Island to the fridge.

"Mr. Carter, I like you. I fell in love from the first time I saw you racing..." Petrina approached Levian shyly, intending to hug him. Levian pushed her away with a look of disgust. "Back off!" Petrina staggered several steps, looking at him in disbelief. She couldn’t believe Levian would push her away after seeing her beautiful makeup and sexy outfit. She sniffed gently, and looked at him with a wounded face. "Why?" "I'm so fucking impressed! Do you know how much of my time you've wasted?!" Levian's face was filled with rage. He was so angry, he started cursing.

in need of me. levi jerked away from me as if I had burned him when a door slammed suddenly. A cheery female voice yelled out, "levi? Petal are you home?" levi let out a small grunt before turning to face me. He scowled and then turned to face the bulge in his pants. I crossed my arms and covered my erect nipples as his hands joined and landed in front of the bulge. A woman swept into the hallway and up the stairs a split second later.

I need to remind myself who I’m about to walk into. I open the browser and type his name. Kai Petrova. The first result is a Wikipedia page. I click it. ‘Kai Petrova is an American entrepreneur and designer, founder of Petrova Design Group. In 2020, he was involved in a car accident that resulted in the death of his younger sister, Lily Petrova (14), and left him paralyzed from the waist down. He has since withdrawn from public life.’ There’s a photo at the top. It’s old. From before the accident.