Siapa Ayah Levi Ackerman Novels & Stories

Father had been elated that time because who wouldn’t want their offspring to be a rare creature and stronger than alpha, but when they said that I was only a white alpha wolf, father had been a different person altogether. I sighed and pushed back those painful memories. I concentrated on my curiosity about Isaac’s life. How did he live a hermit’s life after his mate? Aren’t the wolves supposed to go bat shit crazy after rejection? Did he make her a rogue just to get revenge on her? More importantly, where's Isaac’s immediate family?

"I can whip you up a green power smoothie, if you like?" Levi was the son of Lincoln, the late owner of Linc's Diner who past away a little over a year ago from a heart attack. That is why Levi is so gungho on health and fitness. I don't blame him but you also couldn't pay me to drink one of those things instead of my warm, amazing, hazelnut coffee.

I also hurried to the exit. "Let me hold it, Aviena," Levi said before holding the things I was carrying. "Thank you." I smiled at him before following him to the office. "Is that your husband you're talking about?" he asked me so I immediately nodded. Levi is a great friend of mine. He's actually Camillia's godfather. He was really a great help when I was still adjusting here in Amsterdam. “So that's the reason why he can't take his eyes off you. He looks photocopy of Camillia,” Levi said while he smiles at me. I nodded there.

he continued, his voice calm but with an undertone of something darker. "Yes," I replied, my voice steadier now. "I know who you are." I knew exactly who he was—Levi Bruno, the son of the man who had served as my mother’s most trusted legal counsel. And just like me, his life had been devastated by the same family—the Scotts.

The anger just boils in him. A soft smirk curled on Levi’s face when he realized he just hit a nerve. He sighed, “I asked, what do you know about your father? Not the only you wrongly accused and sent to jail, but the one who made a mistake to contribute in your birth.” Levi slammed an insult at Ethan, who gritted his teeth and glared at Levi.

Levy looked at the woman curiously, she was certain that she had never seen her before which sort of piqued her interest. Derek noticed Levy’s gaze and introduced the two of them, “ This is Amaira, she is the daughter of a close acquaintance of my aunt and this is Levy, my friend.”

“Are you okay?” “I just…I’m so mad at myself!” Levi exclaimed. “I thought I knew exactly who he was. And he was giving me all this advice that I thought was amazing because no one had ever told me these things. But now, looking at the things he said…they were so fucked up.” “He’s a fucked up person, Levi. How were you to know?” “I just should have. I’m supposed to be so fucking smart and I can’t even spot that my biological father is an abusive piece of shit.”

Of course, that's because the city lord was well informed about everything that happened in his city and knew that Noah was ok, but still, hearing it from someone else was one thing, hearing it from his son’s own mouth was another. Levi’s gaze, which had been glued onto his little darling, snapped to look at his father-in-law. ‘What?!? It will soon be 24 hours since the accident, and you still haven’t talked to my precious baby about it?!?’ Levi’s eyelid started twitching with how much effort he was using to refrain from shooting the man an icy glare. ‘What kind of a father are you!? How could you have the time to worry about your overworked daughter and not worry about my precious overworke

His hand quickly turned on the news of his father's press conference today. "I don't have a child like him. From now on, Levi Simon is officially no longer related to the Levi family. " She suddenly heard old Levi's words. Doesn't Elder Levi love you very much? She could sense that old man Levi's concern for him was real. But why do you want to give up on him now?

To Levi. Levi is the first grandson of King Eldric…my father…the first prince born to the direct royal line. From the moment Levi drew his first breath, the court whispered it…he would be king after my late brother. The bloodline demanded it. Tradition demanded it. My brother, Harlan…Adrian’s father…knew it too.