Petra Levi Novels & Stories

There is something in the idea of Petra in Cresthaven, ordinary and loud and entirely unimpressed by Alphas and elder councils alike, that settles something in her chest she had not realized was unsettled. Lior chooses this moment to launch himself, with great determination and no real coordination, into Petra's lap, and Petra catches him without spilling a drop of her wine, an impressive feat she does not fail to mention. Asha follows more slowly, settling instead against Selene's knee, watching Petra with the same unhurried attention she gives most new developments in her small world.

Questioned the voice from lilith. "Abaddon had her escape hell father. She is trying to protect Baramora. " responded lilith. "Is that so? You know I hate it when my own children lie to me Behemoth. You know that right?" "Yes father." Replied behemoth. "Lilith, go bring Emma back. And you two are to explain to me why you wanted Baramora." Order the voice.

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

And this time, I don't pull away. His lips touch mine and I melt. I move. Completely jumping on him. I straddle him, blanket falling off me. And slowly, gently deepen the kiss. He wraps his arms around me tightly, pressing my body against his. I grind my hips, immediately wanting more. But he stops me. When I complain his fingers touch my lips gently, "There are shadows watching us, Andrea." He says, tracing the lines of my face. I pant into his touch, "So? Let them watch if they're going to perv."

Then, the door hit the wall with a violent crack. Noah froze. I squinted through my disheveled hair, my heart stopping as a silhouette took shape. It was Petra. Petra was a social predator with a human-sized ego and stone for a heart. She had hated me for years, fueled with jealousy of my “perfect”reputation. To her, information was blade, and she was the master of destroying people’s life just by a single post. She didn’t say a word. The shock on her face lasted only for a second before her malicious triumph. She had seen everything, then she took to her heels.

"I wanted to know who you were from what you did, not from what you put in writing." "And?" I said. "And I am here," she said. "Which is the answer?" "What did Petra tell you?" I said. "She said you were specific and you did not use evasive language." Davan's expression shifted slightly, the first variation from the baseline assessment I had seen since she sat down. "You should know that Petra is one of the most difficult people I have ever met to impress. She has a memory like a trap, and she holds onto inconsistencies the way other people hold grudges."

I called Elijah, my tech guy. “what?” he groaned. I rolled my eyes. “find me David from the college” I hear him type somethings and shuffle around. “there are 50 David’s, which one?” “streamline to psychology’ “about 5 of them” “send me all their pictures and names via email, I’m waiting” the images popped into my email and I printed all of them out. I took the pictures back to Camila and asked her to point out which one was her David. She was hesitant but after some persuasion she pointed at David O’Connor. I pecked her forehead and walked out of the room to make a phone call. I called the vice-chancellor of the college.

Petra stood up immediately they stepped in, eyes gradually turning white. “Who's this?” She asked in a monotonous voice. “My friend, Tessa.” Ivy replied carefully. “Daughter!” Petra whispered with a voice filled with confidence and assurance. The whole room fell silent.