Livia Cardew Novels & Stories

’ Sadie, who was sitting at the side, was dumbfounded. ‘He calls her “Livia”? Why does it seem to me that they’re very close to each other? But she calls him Mr. Yarde instead of Kayson…’ She felt like her brain was a chaotic mess and became annoyed. Livia did not say anything to Kayson anymore. She turned her head to look at Sadie and asked, “Are you planning to expand Wolfenden Corp. to Skyspring?” Sadie snapped herself out of her thoughts and said, “Yes. I’m here this time for the Dickinson International project.”

“Liv was in my Chemistry class as a freshman, but was also deemed my liaison to the Mother coven there, as her grandmother was the High Priestess and Liv was the Priestess to her mother’s coven in New York. She had transferred to her grandmother’s coven when she went to college. At first, we hated each other. Though I was her professor and the priest of our coven, I was only six years older than her and she refused to treat me as an authority figure. She frequently undermined me in classes, made sarcastic remarks in my meetings with her grandmother’s councils, and refused to listen to anything I had to say about the Le Feu Follet.” “Sounds like you had your hands full,” I say. “Oh, I did

"You mean your grieving Luna? The one who is so torn up about Aiden's mate?" Livia's jaw clenched. "Or," I continued, "do you mean the woman who is so pathologically obsessed with an Alpha she can't have, she murders anyone who gets close to him? Tell me, Livia, which one is it? I'm getting them confused." ​Livia's hand flew to the dagger she didn't have on her belt. It was pure instinct. She was, for the first time, speechless. I had just spoken the unspeakable.

She took a deep breath, attempting to calm her nerves. There are others who, like Livia, eagerly await Mr. Welthe’s revelation. All eyes and ears are focused on him, especially Letty, who is on the verge of standing up and introducing herself. Livia experienced the sensation of minutes stretching out into excruciatingly long hours. She was uncertain when Mr. Welthe’s mouth would open once more. However, when it finally did, a sense of awe washed over the entire crowd. “Ladies and gentlemen, I am pleased to introduce my beloved daughter, Livia Lumiere Carlos, who has now become Livia Lumiere Welthe.”

Livia remained silent, her sharp gaze fixed on Aldrake. "You've changed, Livia. I've noticed that since you returned from the party, you've become bolder and more willing to talk back to me. You've become more confident, which you couldn't do before because you were so focused on your love for me. And now, you're keeping your mouth shut?" Aldrake said with a smile, which made Livia take a step forward to attack him. However, she was quickly restrained by two warriors who pinned her to the ground with a thug. If no warrior was holding her back, she wouldn't hesitate to attack. She would fight until she was breathless. But she was certain that she wouldn't regret getting hurt or even dying, be

Ingrid teased and Dex frowned while Catherine laughed. ‘She’s laughing more’ Lyra thought. “I was on the verge of stealing your position because Lyra was such a great dancer.” Catherine countered which made Lyra blushed a bit. “Hey! I worked hard on the audition.” Dex pouted and after a while there was some silent eating. Lyra caught a glimpse of Catherine who sighed and seemed a bit tired. It was the Catherine she knew. Her monotone Catherine. Lyra shook her head when that thought came ‘Her monotone Catherine?’ She couldn’t take it, anymore so after she finished her food, she grabbed her bag.

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.

"What if this is the last time I ever see him alive?" The burden was crushing me. I couldn't eat properly. Couldn't sleep. Couldn't even breathe without feeling guilty. If I stayed silent... Oliver could die. If I spoke... Cole had promised to kill my baby. Tears burned behind my eyes. I blinked them away before anyone noticed. "Lilith?" A gentle voice pulled me back from my trance. I looked up upon hearing the voice. It was one of the younger kitchen staff. Her name was Mira. She had only joined the palace a few months ago, but she was always kind to everyone, although she barely speaks.

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.

Callum gritted, as though trying to make a mockery out of Max and I watched them without saying a word. Max scoffed hard and it was obvious he had a lot to say but for some unknown reason, he remained calm. “Some people are so cheap and naive to let two men mark her, I just can't understand how anyone could let that happen” Mum said and I knew who those words were being referred to. Liv stiffened as she poured the jug of water into her glass, lifting it up to her lips while her hands trembled. I held Liv's hand and guided the glass to her lips “Drink up" I instructed and she nodded her head, slowly gulping down the water till nothing was left.