Livia Cardew Hunger Games Novels & Stories

That still didn’t feel right, for some reason, but it seemed more plausible… if teleporting a fucking photo out of thin air and taping it to her door didn’t feel like science fiction. Torn between anger someone had invaded her space, alarm they managed to evade her security, and a flutter of excitement at the admittedly distant possibility she could learn to do that, as well, Livia just sat there for a long while. Finally, she sighed and moved to pick up the picture she’d tossed on her desk. Her hand hovered over it as she noticed her sketchbook beneath. Slowly, she lifted the picture, her gaze moving from the image of the man to her latest design: matching claymore swords.

She ensured her survival within these walls by taking the lampshade from the bedside table. Despite her racing heart and profuse sweating, she refuses to give up. Showing vulnerability at this moment will bring her immense anguish, affecting not only her father but also Orion. Livia noticed the increasing volume of the footsteps. Footsteps echoed in sync with the rhythm of her pounding heart. As the doorknob turned, Livia swiftly reacted by forcefully striking the lampshade onto the intruder. Livia was taken aback when she realized it was Letty. Letty collapsed onto the floor with a resounding crash. A lampshade had hit the woman, leaving her with a wound on her head.

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.”

I’ve lived thirty different lives in the last four months (thirty grandmothers, thirty storms, thirty heartbreaks, thirty victories). Tonight’s was the worst. I was a queen named Livia who watched her entire village burn rather than surrender the crown piece hidden in the well. I felt the flames on my skin. I heard the children scream. I made the choice anyway. Dacia kneels beside me, looking older than the mountains. Dacia (voice raw): “That one always hurts the most. She was the reason we swore the crown would never be used for conquest again.” I wipe the blood with the back of my hand.

I stood at the gate watching them go, heart doing that nervous flutter it always did when my girl was out of sight. They came back a few hours later, Livia clutching a tiny wooden sword painted bright red and a bag of sticky pastries. Her face was smeared with chocolate and pure joy. “Luca let me pick anything!” she announced, waving the sword like a knight charging into battle. “And he carried me on his shoulders when my legs got tired!” Luca looked a little sunburned, a little proud, and a lot relieved. “She’s got opinions. Strong ones.”

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.

Liv held a glass of wine onto the table in front of me, and before I could pick it up, she finished her drink. I held the glass in my hand and looked at her quietly. With a woman's intuition, I knew she would have something to say to me next. Sure enough, less than a few seconds. Liv lowered her head and spoke at a volume only I could hear. “I'm free, Eva!”

PAIGE As I follow the three she-wolves down the corridor, I am watching for any sly action from them. I clocked they were all wolves, but not strong ones. They may have some superior strength to humans, but a human with any fighting ability and a brain cell could take them. Liv is sly though, I would bet money on it. So I am waiting for her revenge. And then she surprised me. She turns to me, hands on her hips. I can almost see the smoke coming out of her ears.

“You let your father die, remember? He begged.” Adrian’s face tightened. “Not real.” A fake Grace whispered in Grace’s ear, “Livia loved you. You left her.” Grace kept walking, fists clenched. They pushed through the hallucinations and emerged into a chamber lined with servers glowing violet. And at the center stood Livia. Reunion Turned War Grace froze. The real Livia. Not a projection. Not a memory. She was dressed in sleek black leather, a pistol at her hip, and sadness in her eyes.