Livia Cardew Hunger Games Novels & Stories

Halfway through her words, she suddenly began to cough violently. Livia coughed, her face turning pale. She covered her mouth with a handkerchief, and Joseph faintly noticed some dried blood stains on it. She coughed up blood again. Elvis walked nervously over and said, "Ms. Wyndham, are you alright?" Livia said, "I’m fine…" Joseph said gently, "Get some rest. Tomorrow morning, I’ll take you to see Dr. Carrington." Livia has been weak and fragile since childhood. When she was just born, she was diagnosed with heart failure and had extremely poor immune system.

Alright, she could still swear, so she should really be fine. “How can a piece of shit like him be an Alpha Prince?” Livie grumbled. Hayden and I shared a look and became speechless as Livie walked back to our table. She still had the energy to drink? “Come here!” Livie beckoned us to follow her with her hand. “Stupid Alpha Prince makes me need another drink,” she grumbled again before calling a waiter to order us another round of drinks. Livie took her phone and sneered. “Serves him right for being an arsehole.”

Rossa was washing clothes in the backyard, her hands red and covered in wounds because the detergent they used was extremely harsh. Meanwhile, the aroma of food from the main dining room continued to fill the air. Livia swallowed repeatedly. Her eyes remained fixed on the bread sitting on the kitchen table. Just one small piece of bread. But at that moment, that simple thing looked incredibly precious to her. “Mom…” Her small voice sounded soft. Rossa immediately turned around. “What is it, sweetheart?” Livia nervously clutched the hem of her own clothes. “I’m hungry…” The words came out very softly. Almost like a whisper.

ZADE “zade!” “I am fine, don’t worry about me,” I turn toward the girl following me. “I just need to get fresh air then I will be okay.” Her heels click on the tiled floor as she approaches me, her dress swishing around her ankles. She looks like a fairy, a beautiful princess dressed like this. It’s the opposite of the other one trying to cozy up to my dad in front of me. “I didn't know she would be so shameless as to do that right in front of everyone,” Livie shakes her head. “why do they have to be here? They don’t belong to this world.”

And the world disappeared into the fire. Livia was not the kind to long for things. Born into slavery, shaped by battle and survival, fought her way from the lowest to the position she held now, she had never allowed herself to yearn. Not for love. Not for warmth. Certainly not for something as unreal as a family. Yet as she stood there, watching Emeriel clutch Aekeira tightly, whispering soft reassurances even as heat waves ripped them both apart from the inside, something unfamiliar stirred inside Livia.

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

I search for information with my intriguing gaze at Damian. “Liv.” He mentioned, “The wound is not bleeding, is that a good sign?” Liv, that was the girl's name, I wanted to introduce myself, but she was focused on Asmeral. Why did she seem so interested in her? Everything I observed about her intrigued me more. She was a few inches taller than me, she dressed in a style similar to Asmeral, is she a witch too? That would make a lot more sense.

That counted for something. Liviana sat curled up on the wide sectional couch, a soft throw blanket draped over her legs and the faded stuffed rabbit from her childhood resting in her lap like a talisman. She kept touching its worn ear absentmindedly, grounding herself in the reality that this was hers. That she was hers. The name Liviana Blackwood still felt new on her tongue, but it was starting to fit, like a coat that was a little stiff at first but warmed up with wear.

“Now, let me go. I have to get your big pussy, an Earth girl. And don’t believe the hype. Not all of them are easy.” He nodded, a grin still covering his face. “Thank you.” Yeah. Great. Now she had to figure out who in the world would mate a giant jaguar with hazel eyes, a sexy body, and a face that made panties drop. Shouldn’t be too hard. --- Alivia Vela, or as her friends and family called her, Liv, glanced at the card in her hand. A woman dropped it when she paid for wrapping paper in front of her at the card store. For an older woman, she moved damn fast. Liv had just paid for the get-well card for her stepsister when she noticed the woman’s card on the floor.

She sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the floor. “What is wrong with him…” She pressed her face into her hands. Then— The door burst open. “HELLO!” Vera jumped. A girl stood in the doorway with bright eyes and a huge smile. “Oh wow,” the girl said. “You’re even prettier than Aaron described.” Vera blinked. “…Who are you?” The girl walked straight into the room like she owned it. “I’m Livia.” She extended her hand. “Kael’s sister.” Vera froze.