Petra Levi Novels & Stories

At the bottom of it, in slightly different ink as though it had been added later: *Marcus Cole fourteen years ago. "Cole," Zara said. "Maren Cole is a junior faculty here." Petra's voice was carefully level. "I noticed her name on the staff list when our timetables came through this morning. I don't know if it's a coincidence." "In this place," Zara said, "I don't think anything is a coincidence." Petra looked at her then directly, with the particular quality of someone who has been carrying something alone for long enough that the prospect of not carrying it alone had become both relief and vulnerability at once. "My brother's name is on that list," she said quietly. "Third from the top."

“Is she Yntreia, the future Queen of the pixies?” The princess was already awake. Caeruleus carried her closer to the Queen. “I am glad to finally meet the new Queen.” “And I to you. If you need my help or advice, please don’t hesitate.” “I’ll keep that in mind.” The Queen turned to the merman, “And you are?” “My name’s Caeruleus, my Queen. I’m from Atlantis.” He smiled. “Yes. I reckon the eyes and smile familiar, the salient feature of the merclan.”

Camila The taste of cold lemonade filled my tastebuds as I gazed over the beach. It has only been a week since we've been in Italy, and it wasn't all that bad. Elijah wasn't a total scum as I thought, but I will never let my guard down. He's a Camorra, I never trust one, except Mira, you can't not trust Mira, she's one in a million and will most definitely fight for your trust.

Now that Mateo is returning tomorrow, he will finally be able to share the workload. “Hey, Levi!” Levi was about to walk into his office when he heard Piper’s voice. He turned around and see Piper walking toward him. She was wearing a black blouse over jeans along with black boots. She sure wears black a lot. Her hair was tied in a neat ponytail, and she had a little makeup on. Levi thought she looked pretty. She smiled at him, “You came to work late today.” She pointed out. “All good?” She asked. Levi smiled, “Yes, I had some errands to run.” He replied vaguely.

“Let’s cut the charade, Samuel. You don’t want me, and I certainly don’t want you. But here we are, mere pawns on a chessboard built by people who’d rather die than lose a piece of their wealth.” “Then just accept it,” Samuel replied flatly. Lisa tilted her glass, watching the wine swirl. “I’ll accept it, but I’m not leaving this table until I finish my drink.” Neither of them noticed the shadow lurking by the hedge. Petra. A smile tugged at her lips as she observed, the pool’s glow illuminating her as if she were a hidden goddess. She moved through the estate as if she owned it; no one dared question her. Wealth infused her words, her smile, and her very being.

The music stopped, and the host invited Petra to the podium to give his speech. With firm steps, Petra ascended the stairs to the podium. "Good evening, thank you for taking the time to attend my event. May God always bless you. First, I want to wish a happy birthday to the first Colton grandchild, Garret Faolan Colton. May he always be blessed. Second, I ask for your prayers and support for the inauguration of my company's new branch in the beauty industry, 'Lygold.' I hope this company will create new jobs and benefit all sectors. Behind all my achievements, my family has always supported me from above," he said, looking up at the ballroom ceiling. Everyone looked at Petra, touched. "And t

Levi. He walked back to where he had left his queasy chauffer about fifteen minutes ago. He got inside the sleek black Mercedes and sighed in despair. He felt angrier than hurt. The moment he saw the man at her house he left immediately. His eyes turned red and his blood boiled. He still remembered her small breaths and her heartbeat fasten when he pulled her closer. At that time every single part of his body wanted to rip off those classless clothes of hers and devour her, both flesh and blood. He still felt that now. He wished he would've just kissed and bitten those full luscious lips.

“And then the third one.” “Which is,” I said. “The Mira you are now,” she said. I held her gaze. “She is my favourite,” Petra said. “Because she is less broken,” I said. “No,” Petra said. “Because she has better posture.” I stared at her. “You are standing up straighter,” Petra said, completely seriously. “I noticed it two days ago. The managing-everything Mira had a slight forward lean. Very subtle. The weight of everything pulling her in. The Mira you are now stands like she is not carrying anything she did not choose to pick up.”

'This is going to be interesting. Petra introduced herself to the team before warmups. Early thirties, calm energy, the kind of person who'd learned to communicate authority without performing it. She said authentic four times in under three minutes, which told me she was either genuinely committed to the concept or had been in enough of these situations to know that authentic was the word that made athletes relax. The team performed being unbothered. I watched that too.

“The prodigal son returns. And he brought his pet.” “Livia,” Levi said coolly, stepping forward. “Cut the theatrics.” She tilted her head, her smile widening. “You always did have such a lack of appreciation for drama. A shame, really. You could’ve been so much more interesting.” “I’m not here to be interesting.” “No,” she agreed, her gaze flicking to me. “You’re here to play the hero. How quaint. Tell me, Eliana, is this the part where you swoon in his arms and thank him for saving you? Or do you save that for the sequel?”