Novel & Cerita Livia Cardew Hunger Games

Vivian pov The sharp edge of the document grazed Isabella Blackwood's face, drawing a bead of blood. She quickly glanced at it and felt her legs go weak. She thought she had everything planned perfectly, but she never expected my brother to find out about her so soon. However, remembering Scarlett Hayes's warning, she feigned innocence and looked at me. "Brother, you don't think I hired someone to frame vivian, do you?" His handsome face was filled with anger. "Who else could it be but you?" Isabella's eyes turned red. "This card was clearly given to vivian by you. Have you ever considered that vivian staged the whole thing to gain your sympathy and get back into the Blackwood Family?" He sc

Liv tells Owen, picking up the card. She looks it over for a moment before she turns to him and asks “Do you have a notebook and a pen?” “What?” He is confused by the sudden in change of topic of conversation. “Paper. And a pen. To write on.. Do you have that?” Liv repeats slowly. “Yep.”

"I repeat, none of your business." "Darling, who are you talking to like this? Do you think I am Luna Alice? I will not take your bullshit. I am not soft like her. She is such a nice woman who hasn't killed you yet. Otherwise, if I was her, you know what I would do with you." Livia rolled her eyes. "You don't know what place I am holding right now. I haven't played my card yet, when I do, no one will get away from the attack."

Claudia. But Livia bit her tongue. She couldn't bear to crush a girl who was already struggling so hard to fight for her feelings. ***

Livie says teasingly. As always, Leah and Livie exchanged words, bickering for a while before Livie left. Her pregnancy was making her soft, making sure that Leah had warm food and was warm at night when sleeping. But Leah was not budging. She refused any help, raging in anger every time she saw Livie come back with new blankets and warm food. There was no use. She knew she would be here for the rest of her life, and if she had to just die, then she'd try and speed the process. But the hunger was getting to her, making her feel vulnerable and weak.

‘Vivian, is this true? Inside her head she saw Vivian clearly now, her knees curled into her chest as she kept her arms tight around them. Silver was sniffing at Vivian’s bright red hair. ‘Viv, are you alright?’ Vivian looked up then, feeling as if Jordyn’s violet eyes had met her black ones. Vivian looked nearly identical to Jordyn except the bright red hair and black eyes. Her skin was a little bit paler and her barely there clothing seemed to be made of autumn leaves with a mix of brown, red, and orange coloring. She still had a red hazy aura surrounding her. As Vivian’s head snapped to the side to look at Silver, Silver jumped back, which Silver was never afraid of anything.

Even I’m startled at the venom in my own voice. Kade’s head snaps toward me, eyes narrowing, his posture shifting like he’s ready for a fight. Vex goes utterly still beside me, a muscle ticking in his jaw. Livia lifts her hand with deliberate slowness, but her glare doesn’t waver. “When you get bored with this skank, you know my number.” She spits the words, then saunters away, hips swaying with practiced arrogance. The hum of conversation slowly returns, but I feel the weight of every eye still on us.

Lily stared at the little cat and then replied, “Levy went outside. She had something to do, by the way, how did you turn into a cat?” Carla clicked her tongue and moved her mouth before saying, “That is something that I don’t know either when I woke up, I was in this form. Those witch hunters nearly killed me do you think that I will care anything other than taking care of my life?” She then pushed her dish and said, “Now add more. I haven’t eaten for a long time.”

The vampires of her court were treacherous, political cowards who struck from the shadows. To be dismissed—to be weighed against a political inconvenience and found lacking—was a sensation she had never experienced. The defiance in her silver eyes didn't vanish; it sharpened into something focused and predatory. She watched the way he moved, noting the raw power even in his labored stride. A slow, terrifying smile spread across Liviana's lips, painting her face with a look of absolute, obsessive fascination. "I look forward to it, Lachlan Livingston," she whispered into the freezing air, the sound entirely swallowed by the hum of the ruined vault. They were the words of a woman who had just

“You are Nebrodi Betas, even if you haven’t taken the oath. You need to know what’s going on.” “As you wish.” Henrik nodded. “When we walked in, you mentioned Livia. She’s Dean’s mate, correct?” “She’s mated?” Kat arched her brow. “I was going to get to that.” I sighed. “And yes, Henrik, that’s the one we are discussing.”