Livia Cardew Novels & Stories

As though she could somehow taste the food herself. Adrian finished the spaghetti without leaving anything behind. Then drank his black coffee. After the room remained quiet for a while, Livia finally gathered the courage to speak. “Master… I’m still in college.” Adrian slowly lifted his gaze toward her. “I have to go to campus today.” The room fell silent again for a few seconds. Adrian hated foolish women. And although he did not like Livia— at the very least, the woman was still continuing her education. “That is not a problem.”

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

Mary Redferne As I engaged in conversation with Joseph's mother, Mrs. Lachlan, I couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth and connection. Her easygoing demeanor and genuine interest in our conversation made me feel instantly at ease. Meanwhile, I noticed Joseph observing us from the corner of the room, his curiosity evident in his expression. "It's been wonderful getting to know you, Mrs. Lachlan," I said, unable to contain my smile. "I feel like we've become fast friends already!"

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.

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.

Rest in peace to her. Her name was Livia. She was the sweetest, the gentlest and the most kindest person in the world. I was willing to get cure for her. Everyday she visit me, teaching me about werewolves that I need to understand. I loved her deeply, and I was vocal about it. She wasn’t the strongest witch of all. But her practice was enough to help me with the herbs that could help me calm and treat my wound. I was willing to give her the world for her love.

“You are Nebrodi Betas, even if you haven’t taken the oath. You need to know what’s going on.” “As you wish.” Henrik nodded. “When we walked in, you mentioned Livia. She’s Dean’s mate, correct?” “She’s mated?” Kat arched her brow. “I was going to get to that.” I sighed. “And yes, Henrik, that’s the one we are discussing.”

She glanced at the wall clock—almost nine at night. Carefully, she opened the door. Standing there was a woman in her early thirties, hair tied simply back, her face etched with worry. “Are you Devia?” the woman asked softly. Devia eyed her warily. “Yes. Who are you?” The woman lowered her gaze for a moment before speaking in a hushed voice. “My name is Livia. I… I used to be Revania’s personal assistant.” Devia froze. Instinctively, she tried to close the door, but Livia quickly held it back with her hand.

Livia shook her head. “That's not true.” Daniel laughed. “Tell her.” “Stop.” “Tell your sister what happened when you were fourteen.” Livia's face went pale. Elena looked at her. “What happened?” Livia whispered, “I killed someone.” Elena froze. “You?” “I didn't want to.” “Who?” “My first target.” Adrian's expression hardened. “Who was the target?” Livia looked at him. “Your father's lawyer.” Adrian went completely still. “What?”