Levi X Hange Novels & Stories

This is so frustrating. We see on a different section of the screen, one pointed directly at the bar, Lydia takes a cigarette and her lighter out of her bag an hour and a half after her shift starts "Right on Lydia, first break." Gabriel says. Okay perfect, we see the Mage remains in his seat still nursing the same bottle of beer he bought when he came in.

Levi moved forward and gently placed the baskets on the grass. Then, he reached into one and pulled out the plush gray blanket. It looked thick, cozy, and soft. With a simple flick, he spread it across the ground. Kaliyah quickly stepped forward to help, smoothing out the edges with him. When he sat down, he looked up at her. She smiled and sat too, right beside him. Levi reached into one of the picnic baskets again and brought out a small, beautifully tied bundle of fresh lavender flowers. The soft purple petals glowed subtly in the daylight, and the sweet scent drifted between them like a quiet song.

Levi is muscular and has long silver blonde hair that he tries back. His brown eyes sparkle like he thinks something’s funny but doesn’t want to share what it is. He has dimples that poke out on both cheeks when he smiles but he doesn’t smile as much as he did when we were kids. He’s gotten paler since we were kids. I remember a young tan dirty blonde hair but now, his skin is fair and his hair is silver blonde.

It was clearly a rare find, something that would cost a fortune to replace. “I’m so sorry,” she repeated, scrambling to gather the broken parts and place them back on the shelf. “I didn’t know you were there, and I just…” Levi’s smile didn’t waver as he folded his arms behind his back, his posture relaxed yet commanding. His green eyes, usually cold and calculating, were warmer now, almost playful. They gleamed against the contrast of his silver hair, which was tousled just enough to be effortlessly stylish. His chiseled jawline and broad shoulders completed the picture, making him look every bit the modern-day Adonis.

Levi's eyes softened, his gaze shifting from Sarah to me. He reached out, gently grasping my hand, his touch providing a reassuring anchor amidst the swirl of emotions. Levi's voice took on a gentle cadence, as if he were treading on fragile ground. "Jasmine," Levi began, his voice gentle yet tinged with a hint of sadness. "Sarah's situation is more complicated than it appears." His words hung in the air, causing a ripple of curiosity to spark within me.

she responded. When she looked up, she saw Levian smile warmly at her. "Levian, what brings you here?" He wore a red and black baseball jacket. His ears were adorned with three silver studs, and a huge silver pendant bearing the initials "C" dangled from his neck. He had an appealing and rebellious appearance. "I just stopped by to see how you were. It's a good thing I did—an adult like you sleeping without a blanket?" Worriedly, he threw his coat over Melody.

Levi was handsome. Levi Khari was nearing mid-thirties – at the age of thirty-two, he was closer to thirty-five than he was to twenty-five. His tall figure was fairly attractive, something that he has in his genes – his father was just as tall as him and so are his brothers. A thick stubble covers the lower half of his face – his brown eyes always compliment his olive skin tone. He looked at the woman and shook his head – he knows what they want, “Sorry, ma’am.” He gently pushed her hand off his arm, “I can't help you here,” he nodded, and before the woman could say anything, he walked inside the club.

Levi has the whole sexy-nerd look going on. His hair is a little long, and when he's wearing his glasses it normally gets into his eyes. He tends to wear button down shirts with his sleeves rolled up, showing off a scar he got in a fight when he was younger. He's so damn hot, I swear I'm starting to sweat just looking at him.

She snapped looking at me, her minions stood behind her and bow "Who is it huh" She said when she received no response from me, her eyes went to Levi beside me and frown "Are you the one spilling that trash" She glare raising her hand up to slap him but he held her hand "The name is Levi and I'm not spilling trash I'm saying the facts here" He glare back at her "Pet go of her hand" I said coldly "Sorry boss" He apologized "Okay" "You have guts Hazel" I frown

“I’ll be holding you to that promise.” Levi smirks, “I’m a man who keeps his word.” That he is. “I promise you when you hop on; you’ll be begging me to go faster,” “Just don’t go killing us,” I say, observing him when he helps me put my helmet on. He smells so damn good, clean, spicy and salty. I’m almost excited to jump on and inhale to my heart's content. Levi is in pair of dark jeans and a white sleeveless top displaying his granite-like physique. The man is built like a mountain of muscles. Well, to be fair, most people are like mountains to me. I hate being so short.