Siapa Ayah Levi Ackerman Novels & Stories

"I believe that my father was being controlled May. The vampire he had an affair with must have controlled his actions. He loved us all dearly before we moved here. He would never do anything to hurt my mother. But he never made excuses for what he did. He never said he wasn't in his right state of mind and he never denied his transgressions. He accepted it all and my mother forgave him." Memories of what Levi told me about his family being sired to his father came flooding back. I swallowed hard. Learn the difference between a dangerous secret and a little white lie. I couldn't tell Joshua this not after what Levi told me about the Russian vampires taking their lives after they found out th

I couldn’t watch the disappointment that washed over my father’s face, and I didn’t even dare to stare into my mother’s features. Heaving a deep breath, I lifted my face and gaze at my father, admiring how his salt and pepper hair made his bright blue eyes stand out. He gave a soft smile, a look that only Mom and I got the chance to savor. The world knew Levi Walker as a ruthless businessman. He shows a domineering personality in front of his employees and business associates, but in reality, he has this soft side. A caring and passionate family man, whom I’m about to disappoint.

He didn’t know he was sitting in the den of one of the most dangerous mafias on earth. I liked that. My dark side—my sick side—liked that. Mother shot me a glare. “It’s nice having you here, Mr. Marceau,” Mother said, trying to lighten the atmosphere. “Call me Levi, ma’am,” he said nicely. He seemed too polite. She smiled back. “Did you move to the US for business?” “In fact, my family has had a business here for decades,” Levi answered. “My father is American, and I lived in Germany with my mother after they divorced years ago.” His tone was slightly tense as he stole a glance in my direction.

Natalie asked as they headed to the rental car already waiting to take them to Sparrow Beach. "Mrs Ackerman made all the arrangements," he threw her a lopsided smile. "Has she worked for you long?" "I've known her my whole life. She worked at The Empress as part of the housekeeping staff. She was like a second mom to me. When I was old enough to strike it out on my own, I offered her the job, and she was happy enough to follow me, I guess." "And her husband?" "I met him through her," Levi explained. "He's not much of a talker, but their daughters are the sweetest."

“I didn’t just invite you here for pad see ew.” Avery raised her glass. “Here we go. The Black family intervention portion of the evening.” Levi ignored her. Looked at Julian first. “I’ve spent years being angry at you,” he said quietly. “For Dad. For Aaron. For the way you shut down after everything. I thought if I kept you at arm’s length, I’d stay safe. Didn’t work.” Julian’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t look away. Levi shifted his gaze to Jamie. “And you—I was an asshole to you at first. Thought you were another distraction. Another risk. I was wrong. You’re the best thing that’s happened to him in a decade. Maybe longer.”

Olivia greeted, "Welcome, Levi." Levi greeted politely, "Hello, Grandma." "Quick. Take a seat," Olivia urged. The two of them were so polite to each other that they didn't seem like a family anymore. Holly only saw Levi three times after her marriage, and it was always during New Year's Eve. He looked similar to Bryce with his sharp eyebrows and nose. They both seemed aloof. Levi was the son Arthur had with his ex-girlfriend, Nicole Lowe, and he grew up in the Lowe family.

Completely and uncharacteristically fixed in his mood. “Rowan, wo–” “I want my Daddy!” I paused mid-step, my chest tightening slightly as I glanced at Levi. “This is what I’ve been dealing with all morning. So it’s very clear that he wants to see the man he considers his father after everything he went through last night.” Levi stared at him and stayed silent for a long moment, visibly fighting with himself before finally exhaling. “Fine,” he said reluctantly. Relief loosened inside my chest immediately.

Jacob then frowned at me, his eyes shadowed darkness and fire for a second. "You mean my son?" His voice was a bit restrained. Oh I like this part of him, the one with some strictness in his demeanor and tone. I nodded. Jacob lifted his hand to touch my face. He was a bir rough as he caressed my lips. "I already owned you, remember? It's insulting to your new owner to still think about your previous owner." Shit. Didn't he like what I said? I only meant that his son was strong because he is his bloodline!

A glass cracked in someone’s hand. Silver stood up so fast his chair skidded back. “What?” he snapped. “But Father—he—he hasn’t even been here—” “He is the son of my first wife,” Adam cut in, calm as a razor’s edge. Silence. Thick. Absolute. The room didn’t breathe. Silver’s face turned red. Then pale. Then something in between. “But I’m the one who’s worked for this. You trained me. You said—” “You’re a Levi,” Adam said, voice low. “But not the Levi.”

He put the handmade shovel down as he look on his daughter while holding both of its shoulders. "I know you're curious but sad to say my dear, they are already dead. And that's why we're living here faraway from other people" Levi lied on his daughter. He didn't want to tell them the truth, even Lucia his beloved doesn't even know his true identity and his family's true background. All she know is that Levi came from a prestigious family who can afford anything.