Reader X Levi Novels & Stories

He asked. Lexi worked at swallowing her potatoes first. She tapped the blue book on the table. "I was reading this book today. It's about a man named Martin that gets reanimated and he can hear a voice named Angel. Then he meets up with a girl named Carmen and they search for a dead body." "Dead bodies? What kind of books are you reading? Maybe you should stick to something with bunnies in it or something." Jack went to take the book from her. Lexi slapped her hand on the book. "No please, don't take it. I'm not finished yet." Her pleading eyes looked up at him.

“Nothing’s going on. He’s just doing his bodyguard thing.” She gives me a look that clearly says she doesn’t buy it. “Uh-huh, ‘bodyguard thing.’ Please, I’ve seen bodyguards, and they don’t usually stare at their charges like they’re about to devour them.” I roll my eyes. “You’re exaggerating, Lex. Levi is just doing his job.” “Oh, we’re on first name basis now?” She crosses her arms, raising an eyebrow. “And his job? More like he’s doing a damn fine job of making you blush.”

My list was almost like training for the real thing. We were both busy on our phones as they pinged with the messages being sent and I finally gave my phone to Levi. He sat there for maybe an hour and read through everything that Jules had sent me. I nursed the glass of whiskey in front of me and waited for him to say something. “Well fuck me,” Levi said finally and it was the first time I had ever heard him swear. “Do you understand now?” I asked him as he looked at me. “Geez kid, yeah, I get it,” he said to me.

I step closer, but my curiosity turns to shock as I take in the details. Levi's reading a book for pregnant women. And not just any book, one about how to support a pregnant partner. A gasp escapes me, and I nearly drop the book in the process, tears pooling in my eyes. 'Is he... reading it because of me?' No. That can't be. He wasn't interested in the baby in the first place, so why would he- My fingers tremble as I flip to the bookmarked page. “How to Handle Mood Swings.”

I spared my attention only to the important messages and disregarded the nauseatingly-sweet texts from girls. Levi walked up to me with an almost sulking face. Reading his face I dumped my phone back into my pocket and secured the bottle with its cap and settled it away from us. An ugly fight can erupt at any moment. I know this was the least he wanted at the moment. Though he was a reckless player, he had intelligent cells filling up his skull to solve cases. An egghead who has excellent presentation skills. All he needed was a break nonetheless I ruined it like always.

DELIA I finally knocked on the door and when I heard a reply, I opened the door and walked inside. Levi's head was buried inside a book. I felt like crying. A few weeks back, he was lying almost lifeless but there he was, stronger and healthier. All thanks to the almighty for sparing his life. "Hi," I said. He must have thought I was a nurse or a doctor and that's why he didn't bother to check. But after I made my entrance recognizable by speaking, he looked away from his book.

The common room of Birkin Shelter hummed with a low, domestic energy that was both a balm and a strangeness after the stark silence of the outside world. The conversation between Lester and Levi flowed like a river finding its old course, meandering from the cosmic stakes of superhero crossovers to the intricate, flawed humanity of indie graphic novels. Levi, who minutes before had been a coiled spring of defensive tension, was now gesticulating with an open palm, explaining the nuanced tragedy of a specific character’s arc, his voice alive with a passion that had nothing to do with survival and everything to do with being a fifteen-year-old boy.

I say "Your upset though" he says My eyes widen and Levi giggles. "He is good at reading people. I can never get away with anything" He says pouting "I am but it's ok. We will work it out or wont' I say shrugging "Lex" I hear behind me I sigh but I don't turn around and I feel him place a hand on my shoulder. I shrug it off and I can him sigh. I sip on my tea and I see him sit down.

Taking a slow breath, she closed the folder, picked up the coffee, and made her way toward the dining area. Levi was already there, seated at the head of the long mahogany table. He was reading a financial newspaper, completely focused. He wore a crisp charcoal suit, his dark hair immaculate, radiating the kind of effortless power that only came with extreme wealth. On the plate in front of him sat a simple, untouched piece of dry toast and a cup of espresso. He didn't lift his eyes when she entered, but he spoke the moment her heels clicked against the hardwood. "You didn't sleep well."

At least not without a better solution to ending the war. Leah got up from her seat and headed to her room. She had a lot to think about. She knew one thing for sure: she didn't want to mate with Theodore Blackwell. Leah entered her room and went straight to the bathroom. Once showered and changed, she got into bed and promptly gave into exhaustion.