Livia Cardew Hunger Games Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

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.

Something was clawing inside his skull—something hungry, wanting her for itself. Not her. Not her. Never her. He barreled through the final barrier of trees, shifted mid-leap, and crashed through the wooden doors of the abandoned fortress Livia had claimed. He hit the floor on two feet, chest heaving, eyes glowing bright silver. “LIVIA!” His roar shook dust from the ceiling. A slow clap echoed from the shadows. Livia stepped into the light, elegant and smiling like she’d been waiting for a dinner guest. “You’re early,” she said sweetly. “I barely had time to prepare the girl.”

“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.

My heart pounded, but my hands were steady. Levi signaled to Cade, who disappeared into the shadows. I felt the shift in the air before I saw her. Livia sat in a corner booth, a glass of wine in her hand, her red lips curling into a slow smile as she spotted us. But my gaze moved past her to the woman sitting beside her. Levi's twin sister. She looked almost exactly like him. Same piercing blue eyes, same sharp features. But where Levi carried his scars like armor, she wore hers like a statement.

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.

I whisper. Livia stands, silent. Her bare feet make no sound on the tile as she moves toward the main archive room, toward the lamp-lit table. She grabs her keys from the desk, then slips them into her pocket. Her other hand reaches into a drawer and pulls out a small flashlight—not a weapon, but something that feels like preparation. She comes back to me, eyes hard now. “On three,” she whispers. “On three?” I repeat. She nods once, jaw clenched.

I stated whilst looking coldly at him. "You can't leave, sir. We received very devastating news," he muttered with such worry in her eyes. "Livia disappeared. It was seen in the CCTV that she was kidnapped and the driver was their ally. It seems like Gianna was a spy and we didn't know she would attack us like this!" My jaw dropped. Everything about me crashed knowing Livia vanished. Archer and I couldn't believe that he wanted to conduct an investigation and told me to wait but I didn't wait so I opposed him.

"You know the rules. No one touches the other tributes before the King does." The words fell from Skye's lips like a curse, and in the sudden hush I felt the truck grow ten degrees colder. The dark-haired girl shot back to her seat, eyes glinting with malice. Skye just tilted her head, a cold little smirk playing around the corners of her mouth.

mom said with a sad smile while looking in my direction. "Well here goes nothing."I thought settling myself comfortably in my armchair. "Okay then you go first and don't worry am not gonna leave you for anything."Jacob said while squeezing mom's hand gently."No, you go first."mom said as Jacob nodded. '"So the thing is me and Cas we're __, we're not entirely human."Jacob said looking away from mom to the ground . "Geez Lucy, their also not entirely human.Are they werewolves like godfather or as fairies as godmother?"snow kept ranting on and on in my mind."Shut the Fuck up snow.you're giving me a headache."I shut snow up.