Novel & Cerita Livia Cardew Hunger Games

} I directed. I heard someone approaching my door. {Someone's coming. I've got to go. I love you. Stay safe!} I hurried and shut the link before he could respond just as my door opened. A girl that looked about my age walked through. She was beautiful with golden hair and blue eyes but her eyes looked dull and sad. Her whole demeanor looked depressed and beat down. I looked at her carefully as she shyly glanced up at me. "I'm Livia. I was sent to get you up, showered and dressed. Jake wants you to join us for dinner." she said in a sorrowful voice.

However, safety was always a luxury for people like them. Even in this moment, Livia was covering for all of them with her Phantom Eyes—a skill native to the elven race—that allows her to observe everything within a 20 feet distance from her. But the man simply scoffed. “Who do you think you’re asking, Captain?” “An idiot,” Livia butt in. “Hey!” Arden tossed him a small pouch. “Hair?” he asked, looking inside. “Take a closer look.” Hanes pulled out a pinch of the strands, studying them closely in the pale lighting.

Thalia’s POV As the connection dissolves, a shimmering haze lifts from the circle, and one by one the wolves shift back into their human forms. The air feels lighter, but a quiet tension remains. Lycans, unlike ordinary wolves, retain their clothes through the change—a small comfort in the midst of chaos. I glance over at Blake, my heart heavy with regret. “I’m sorry, Blake,” I whisper, my voice trembling. “I tried. If the three goddesses cannot help her, then I can’t either.”

She was a well-known wolf booth last accolades as a warrior and socialite in the city and the entire country. “Ah, Alpha Zachary. Pleased you could make it,” Augusta was grinning from ear to ear. “Actually I have a few guests I need to introduce to you.” “This is Hayden, the Alpha of the Nogjtwing Pack,” Augusta introduced. “And of course, his fiancée and daughter.” Livia. I recognized the moment she stepped forward and the breath was knocked out of me. She looked good. More than good, she was the most gorgeous woman in the room.

Livi sighed, feeling overwhelmed. By the way, besides receiving the same card as me, Livi also received two used mithril swords that had been previously used by Mr. Hector. "Hey, Livi, smile. It doesn't mean I did something bad to you, right?" I tried to lighten the mood for Livi. "What do you mean... This is the worst thing that has happened in my life. You have to take responsibility," Livi spoke loudly to me, unlike before when she always spoke softly.

After waiting in the living room for almost an hour, Artha finally came with Agatha. Agatha still looked at Livy as if she were a criminal. Even though Livy was just an ordinary woman who was addicted to selling her body on the black market so she could pay off her father's huge debt, Maybe this is the risk of her ridiculous decision. On the bright side, Livy only needed to give up her body for one man, not as many men as Deborah had said that night. "Livy, this is my wife, Agatha." Artha opened his voice while embracing Agatha's shoulder.

She screamed as she fell to the floor, blood spreading quickly beneath her. Her mother cried out in horror. “Eve! Oh God, Eve!” Livia stood calmly, gun still raised, her expression unreadable. “You came alone,” she said coolly. “Just like I knew you would.” Eve clutched her leg, pain tearing through her body, but her eyes never left her mother. “Please,” she whispered. “Let her go. Take me. I’m right here.” Livia smiled faintly, a cruel curve of her lips. “It’s already too late.”

Cameron asks walking over to his worried mate and taking her hands, while Becky was on the brink of hyperventilating due to the stress of everything. “Liv is gone! I had persuaded her to eat but her water was dirty, so I left the room to get her some but forgot to lock the door, she’s gone!” She manages to ramble while her thoughts were going at a million miles an hour, but Cameron, was confused at who she was talking about but also, Becky was talking rather quickly. “Wait whose Liv?” He asks sending her a worried but also, confused look, she almost cries and looks down annoyed in a sense that her mate wasn’t understanding quick enough.

“You’re my war. My peace. My equal.” She touched his jaw, her thumb brushing the faint scar there. “Then let’s stop surviving. And start living.” They stayed at the window until dawn painted the sky in soft gold. Later, as the city stirred below, Livia returned to the fireplace. She knelt, sifting through the cold ash with her fingers until she found what she was looking for—the twisted metal of the ring, now blackened and brittle. She picked it up, held it in her palm for a moment, then dropped it into the trash.