Petra Levi Novels & Stories

"Why would she turn away or choose to not be seen? She is a model, I've seen her work. She is stunning, why not use the publicity?" I could hear him sigh before answering. "Petra is a very private person. In fact the only photographer she'll work with is Adira. They are more similar than you know. But besides that, son think about your reputation. Never have you been seen with the same woman in the same week. I'm not even sure you've been seen out with the same woman in the same month. She's smart and will have known that too. Maybe she's scared, maybe she feels like this is just another fling for you, it could be a variety of things. But before you get mad at her you should think

she stopped. "The deadline is me," Petra said. "Yes," Ivory said. "I'm sorry. But yes." Petra looked at her with the brightness that was her particular quality — the bright attention of a woman who had looked at things directly for sixty years and had found it, on the whole, more useful than looking away. "Then we start next Tuesday," she said. "Thank you."

“You will show some respect, young lady. I am still your father, and the king. Now, sit down and shut up!” Leah was tempted to continue standing just out of spite, but decided not to incite her father even more than she already had. She could tell her father was two seconds away from tossing her across the room to show her who was the alpha. And, while she was an alpha as well, she wasn't The Alpha. She was not nearly as strong as her father, at least not yet. Paranormals grew stronger with age, and since they could live to be 1000 years old, Leah was still practically a baby at age 30. Occasional flares of temper aside, he would wipe the floor with her if she ever thought to really challeng

she said "But I'm not, I want to get rid of this child, I'm not ready to be a mother and there's no way I'll give birth to the child of my captor" Amira said "My lady, with all due respect speak no more. You will be just the perfect mother for this innocent child. Do not punish the child for the sins of the father, besides your wedding is just by the corner" Selina preached

Lira watched the woman's expression complete its familiar journey from curiosity to something she could only describe as distaste. "You should take your place at the back early," Petra said. "Before the ceremony begins. It's better that way." She didn't say: better for whom. She didn't need to. Lira carried the second bucket to its place beside the altar and set it down without answering. There was nothing to answer. Petra wasn't cruel the way the younger wolves were cruel and she wasn't theatrical about it, didn't say the word broken the way Lira had heard it said behind her back since she was eighteen and came to the first great ceremony with nothing to show. Petra simply arranged the worl

“Ma’am…” “I do not care what you have to say about this, or what you will have to do, but I want to find out who has leaked them, and where they have gone. Send me the websites and ads of the designs. The heels that I had prepared were customized for specific customers and the last thing I need is for them to lose their trust in me due to some childish mistakes.” I snapped before hanging up. I ran my fingers through my hair as I tried clearing my thoughts, and shaking my head, I got up from the couch only to find Ezra walking out of the room wearing sweatpants.

Cael, the Norwegian fisherman, studied the geothermal maps of the Reykjanes Ridge with the focused attention of a man reading weather in the sky above a boat he needed to keep upright, and within four hours had produced an analysis of the facility's power dependency that gave them their first genuine leverage point. Petra, the seventeen-year-old, said very little during the planning sessions. She sat at the edge of whatever room the group occupied, her dark eyes moving between the diagrams and the people studying them, and she did not offer opinions until someone asked for them directly. When Reyes asked her what she could do with her structural reinforcement ability in an offensive rather t

"Welcome. I wasn't aware we were being audited this quarter." Roman smiles back at her. "Protocol 7. Surprise audits fall under the new Ashcroft compliance charter." Her face twists. I file that expression away. Cassian whispers in my comm, "Her name's Petra. Ex-Mossad. Watch her." We're led down into the ice. Corridors hum with power. Every inch of this building screams of sterilized savagery. No color. No heat. No noise. We reach Sublevel C. Petra opens the door and turns aside. "This is as far as I could go."

“Enough.” A woman’s voice cut through the room. Both of us turned. It was Petra, Kalev’s mother. She stood near the doorway with her hands clasped neatly behind her back. Her expression had the look that powerful people had. Verity growled. She didn’t like Petra. And neither did I. “My son is right,” she said smoothly. “I heard you arguing on the other side of the door. He should accompany you, Senna. He is the reason you’re the winner. After that little stunt he pulled in the games.”

“This is short notice, but my friend Petra called and she’s having a cocktail party tonight. I told her we’d go. Which works out because I’d already made hair and makeup appointments at my favorite salon.” “Who’s Petra?” “An actress I worked with when I started out in LA. Petra aimed her goals much higher than acting and snagged a New York financier who dabbled in the movie production biz as her husband. Arthur is thirty years older, and she’s very New York high society now, but for some reason she’s always kept in touch with me.” Ava slung her bag over her shoulder. “Think about coming to the party with me, okay?” “Fine. But where you goin’ now?”