Livia Cardew の小説・ストーリー

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.

“Struggling only makes it tighter.” Alina blinked at the silhouette approaching—womanly, graceful, almost ethereal in the dim light. Long hair cascaded over her shoulders like spilled moonlight, and her eyes glowed silver with an unsettling calm. Livia Blackwood. Rhett’s sister. The name hit her like a slap. “You—” Alina choked. “You’re supposed to be dead.” Livia smiled, serene and sharp as a blade. “Most things you hear about me are only half true. Consider this an upgrade.”

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.

James looked at him and asked, “What now? Sancho’s has revealed Livie’s origin. She’s one of the Extraterrestrial Demons’ commanders. Should we kill her or let her live?” Livie immediately took a few steps backward in fear and looked at James with teary eyes. Zeno returned to his senses and said, “That was in the past. She’s no longer one of the Extraterrestrial Demons’ commanders. Her new identity is Livie Caden. It was you who gave her a soul and life.” James’ brows furrowed. Although Zeno was right, Livie’s body still belonged to an Extraterrestrial Demon. He was worried trouble would arise in the future if he kept her near.

And he certainly didn’t tell me he was this hot. Lucinda proudly stood up, a smirk now plastered on her face. “You do not have to, son. Seems like I have found someone so similar to me and a fighting spirit alike.” She turned to me, a flicker passing through her eyes. One I could not recognise or decipher. She stretched out her hands to me, “Lucinda Devereaux, matriarch of the Devereaux family.” I shook myself off the awe that caught me off guard. Standing, I accepted her hands, shaking them firmly with a tight smile, using the name Alexander specifically told me to use. “Olivia Carter, heiress of the Carter Conglomerate.”

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.

Their beauty would continue to spread among their female offspring for generations to come. Lost in my own world, I accidentally bumped into someone. "Watch it!." The lady said. "Sorry!." I apologized quickly. I was a stranger in Lycester I didn't want to cause any trouble. Although I could move without a pack, I didn't know what pack wolves could do to me if I ever harmed their own. "Sorry!." I apologize once again to the young lady standing beside the elderly lady I bumped into. From their looks, I could tell it was a mistress and her maid. The girl swept back her long black silky hair haughtily, and sashayed off with her maid walking behind her. l watched them dissolve in the crowd. Turni

“He used to hang around FC Manor in Annenburg, but he hasn’t been there lately. I heard the genius doctor’s student is close to Lee but isn’t on good terms with Tim. You can ask Remy about it. “The student’s last name is Carden. She’s a great woman. She had traveled with Mrs. Lafayette to Meadspring and helped the Lafayette family eliminate their greatest enemy in the past. She fights well, and her medical skill is as good as her fighting. Oh, by the way, she’s an expert in using poison.” Despite that, Ms. Carden was a doctor and prioritized saving people. Although she was good at using poison, she would not use it to harm others.

"You won't be exiling her. I'm taking her in as my maid." The monarch gives his son a fierce look, as if he might strike him with his eyes. "You cannot do that, boy." "I can, actually," Kohl says tactfully in response. He knots his wrists behind his back, and his fingers are so spindly that it bothers me. "In case you have forgotten, this girl is of nobility. Had she not been pulled out of the Queenstrials, she would also be a Daughter of Gahndor, just like the rest of them."

Delilah (Aviva) staggered and got on her feet. “What are you doing?!.” Lucifer asked in a wary tone. “Getting my job done!!, I am going after the target!.” Delilah (Aviva) said in a hush tone. “I won't let you risk your life!.” Lucifer told her. Delilah (Aviva) pushed his hand away, she struggled to stay on her feet. She inhaled and exhaled trying to get as much air as possible into her lungs before she passed out due to lack of oxygen.