Novel & Cerita Livia Cardew Hunger Games

I was down on the floor at the far end of the hall, using a damp cloth to clean the dust from the lower wooden baseboards. My body felt very tired and cold. The internal magic fire in my chest was quiet for now, but it left a dull, heavy ache behind my ribs. Every breath felt heavy, but my mind remained completely focused on the board. I knew Vivienne was desperate. An elite noble girl who loses her power always becomes wild and messy. While I was cleaning, I saw a low-ranking scholarship student named Lily walking quickly down the hall. Lily looked terrified. Her face was completely white, and her eyes were darting around the empty corridor. She carried a stack of old library folders in her

JJ shows Daniel into my mother’s sitting room. “Hi Mr Fields, please call me Lily.” I narrow my eyes at JJ who blushes. I should really take what I can get, at least Lillian is not, Miss Blackwood. I shake Daniel’s outreached hand. “I wouldn’t be comfortable with Lily; may I call you Miss Blackwood?” he asks politely “No, you may not” his eyebrows shoot up in surprise, “Okay. Lily.” I smile. “This is Lucas Craven.” “Mr Craven is fine.” I narrow my eyes and roll my eyes at Luke. Men! JJ starts to leave.

Agatha leans against a fallen log, knife clutched tight, face streaked with grime and tears. Rowan and Fen are already gathering the scattered patrols near the smashed ward-stones at the forest’s edge, voices low and grim. Everywhere, the aftermath of the fight blurs with the sickly orange of the fire still licking at the ruined packhouse. That’s when I see her—Livia, cloak torn and spattered with mud, weaving through the confusion at the edge of the field. She looks hunted and cornered, eyes wild, hair stuck to her face in ragged strands. She scans the chaos—searching, calculating. Her hand twitches. Too close to a cluster of pups pressed against a toppled cart.

Her wounds had directly injured her internal organs, and just like those doctors said, she couldn't even drink water. Suddenly Lan's voice sounded in my mind, and his sudden voice surprised me. Ever since I thought Livia was dead, Lan had been wailing madly in my mind until he had no strength left, and then he just went silent. It was as if he hadn't the slightest bit of life left in him, and he didn't even answer when I questioned him, but now he seemed to be alive again. "Livia is our MATE, the one we love, she must be okay." When he said this, his voice became reverent.

Her mind swiftly ran through all possibilities before settling on one person. Emma. She had to find Emma. The castle was silent, draped in the weight of the late hour. Livia moved soundlessly through the corridors, her steps light as she made her way toward Emma’s quarters. She didn’t knock. Instead, she pushed the door open and slipped inside. But the moment she stepped in, a flash of cold steel came hurtling toward her! Livia instinctively tilted her head, the blade of a dagger grazing past her cheek, stirring a faint gust of air.

When Lila finally stirred, she did so with a trembling breath and a pinched expression of determination battling apprehension. 'I want this so badly, Dad,' she said, her fingers quivering slightly. _'But I'm also terrified of what lies ahead with this Hunger Games fiasco," Wilkins explained. If I somehow fall or let that awful woman's nasty ultimatums get the best of me...if I fail-'_ Ethan lifted a calloused palm to cut her off, his gaze ringing with calm resolve.

Livia said thoughtfully and I didn't quite understand what she meant. "But it doesn't mean we stop fighting. I won't let Theodrin or anyone else dictate my fate. I'll make Alpha Xavier love me and want me, even if I die in the process. I can't imagine my life without him no matter how shabbily he treats me." I paused and looked at her. "Or crush me." I borrowed her words. Livia smiled, "That's the Isabel I know. Strong, even in the face of adversity." I took a few more bites of the food, "This tastes better than I expected. Thank you, Livia."

I knew her name, the guards would shout it every time she had served her purpose to clean up the mess which they had created, I gathered she was nothing more than a slave to them. But it was when Livia would come to enter the room and spew retched things to her that I knew the true face of evil because Livia has visited me many times down here when she thought I couldn't hear her either, except I heard every fucking word she ever said. Livia is my aunt, my mother's younger sister- and with each of her torturous visits she would tell me more about herself, things she's done, the wolf she is and the power-hungry devils she serves.