Levi Weston Novels & Stories

Overall, the last month has been hectic but full of joy and progress. Levi is an active and curious young boy who loves spending time with his friends Lane and Cortland. His interests have recently shifted to computers, and with the help of his mentor Coldwell, he is learning how to code. He also has a strong interest in the military, and is always following his uncle Carrington around, peppering him with questions to learn as much as he can. He loves the jargon and lingo of the military and has already picked up on the march steps. He is an eager student and is enjoying expanding his knowledge of the military and computers.

“Besides, you do not spend your entire day here. You do shifts. I have never heard any complaints from Amos and Leo. Only you. No one asked you to be a traditionalist with three wives and children all over the place that you’re struggling to feed. I’m not in the mood for your usual talks, so either you go to my father or you stay away from me.” “I’m sorry sir.” He apologized, but Donovan was already driving away further into the plantation. “Perhaps another time,” Lawrence called out hopefully, even though he had been dismissed. Donovan decided that the man’s days were numbered. He was getting fed up with his demands. He felt that the man’s demands would not have been frequent if he was livi

If he only knew, I’d been here all along. "Seems like it's all in order. Get back to work. I've never personally met Mister Kinsley, but the way Mister Westbrook implied he's not a man to cross,” he said, shoving the letter back at me. "I'm just finishing up. Trust me, and I don't want to see this Kinsley guy angry,” I smirked, grabbing my things.

“And now that Miss Brooks is going to have a partner for life, the documentation could be expedited, but it would still take time.” I felt like a mouse in a laboratory as both men stared at me for long seconds before realizing they were talking about me. "I'm Louis Anderson,” I said extending my hand to the boy in front of me. “And excuse me for the scene from minutes before, I... I’m a possessive man.” "Don't worry, Mr. Anderson,” he said squeezing my hand. I’m Dennis Morris, the social worker in charge of the Flores children... And you would be surprised at the things that have happened to me with couples.”

Rosalyn stepped in, composed as ever, tablet tucked under her arm. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” she said, voice even, “I’d like to introduce a legal advisor to support Ms. Lewis. With the D’Amaris deal moving quickly, it’s better to have a second set of eyes.”” I glanced at the clock. “You’ve already found one?” “I reached out to a contact last night,” she said. “He’s here. He is qualified for the job, and he’s had his own past in a world with men like Lorenzo.”

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

“He will never be part of C.H.A.O.S. You are Charlie. The C in the acronym stands for Chancler. That’s you. Only you. Your status with us was never in question. Without you, there would be no C.H.A.O.S..” I feel Weston relax against me, hugging him tightly. “I love you, West Bear,” I sigh into his chest. His ebony hair tickled my face slightly against his mocha skin. Weston became my knight in shining armor from the first moment we met. He is a father figure and a caregiver. Wes has a sense of justice that I adore. He is talented with a piano at his fingertips. Weston is a fighter who had to do just that his whole life. He doesn’t complain, which means he often hides his pain. My West Bear i

Westley looked at Jordan on the hospital bed, her lips pale, and didn't say anything. His gaze was deep, and it was unclear what he was thinking. Leanne, seeing his hair still dripping wet, went to grab a towel to help him dry it. Westley raised his hand to push her away. Leanne laughed. "So what, you're planning to stay here be sick with her?" Westley remained silent. Leanne was used to it. As the eldest son of the Howard family, bearing a heavy responsibility, he had matured earlier than other kids his age. His thoughts were so deep that they were impossible to fathom.

While she stood still, someone standing next to her poked her and she looked at the young woman. "Hi, I am Shena. And you?" "Hello, I am Celeste." "Nice to meet you, uhmm... I just want to say that you should be prepared." Shena voiced. In confusion, Celeste narrowed her eyes, "Prepared for what?" Shena looked on the left and moved a little closer to her, "Mr. Weston is a picky eater, he doesn't just like any chef's dishes. There have been more than five hundred chefs he has changed until now."

He kept looking at his watch, annoyed until he us. I took that as my cue to leave the car and walk to him. He eyes me up and down and licked his lips before offereing his hand. I put my hand in his and he brought it to his mouth, kissing the back of it. He then smiled at me, showcasing his yellowing teeth. “When they said my date was beautiful, I didn’t imagine she was this pretty. You are very gorgeous.” “Thank you, sir.” “Call me Alonzo. The girls also call me daddy.” He remarked with an ugly laugh that turned into a heavy cough. I looked away in fear that some of his saliva would fall on my face.