Livia Cardew Novels & Stories

We all had one thing in common, we were anxiously awaiting something, anything at all. "Eve, come with me", Jade commanded. By the tone she used in conveying her message, I knew I couldn't rebel so I just followed her until we got into an empty ward. Little did I know she was thinking the same thing I was. "Do you think River might be behind this?", She asked quietly.

Lucas heard a small gasp from Keira. "I-I see." Keira muttered, not wanting to believe that Red was just taken just like that. For years, she had viewed the woman as some sort of an idol, an inspiration of sorts. Needless to say, Keira looked up to Red and respected her and her skills greatly. That said, Red being abducted became a shock to the woman. "Take a seat and wait for us. We're coming, don't worry." Hours later, a knock was heard on the door of their hotel room. Lucas sat up from his seat, while Jace hadn't even spared the door a glance. He was only staring at the floor, lost in thought.

Cause of death: congenital heart disease, complicated by acute heart failure. “How is that possible?” His eyes reddened so fast it looked painful. “I was gone for three years. How could Leo be dead? Are you doing this to get back at me?” He grabbed my shoulders hard enough to hurt. “Fine. I was wrong. But don’t do this. Don’t punish me with something like this. Bring him out.” I only looked at him. Then another door opened. Livia stepped out in narrow heels and a cream coat. She bent, picked up the certificate, read it, and laughed.

Whether he's my mate or not, I have to protect my friends, I have to make sure that they find the staff of ARUNDHAOL. I must direct the chosen one to the staff___ I knew the instant I saw Livia that she's the greatest witch but she hasn't unlocked her powers. While she was sleeping, I tried to scan her with my powers but I found a barrier in her, a barrier that even if I try to open it, wouldn't budge but one thing is for sure, She’s the Chosen one, the only one capable and powerful enough to wield the staff of ARUNDHAIL.

’ 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.”

Elijah said. Grace paled. “No. That’s impossible. Livia died. I saw her body.” Elijah shook his head. “You saw a decoy. Livia went dark three years ago. She’s been Jade’s right hand ever since.” Adrian stared at the image. “And now she’s part of Ghost Protocol?” “Worse,” Elijah said. “She’s leading it.” Betrayal Reborn The betrayal sank into Grace like poison. Livia had been her anchor during the darkest years. They trained together. Bled together. And now… she was the enemy.

His brother’s eyes glittered with amusement, taking in the blood he could feel beginning to drip off his beard. Joseph studied the unique markings decorating the blade before tossing it into the air, effortlessly flipping it, then catching it, swiftly but carefully. “I’m so sorry.” Genuine regret laced Livia’s sweet voice. She was already on her feet, crossing the living room to him. Early afternoon sunlight streamed through the window to backlight her, a golden halo surrounded her pale hair and made her look like an angel. Caring and, somehow, innocent, yet, incredibly fierce. Yet a witch. A contradiction of a woman. Goddamn, but she couldn’t have been more his type.

Direct “The one at your father’s office.” Livia paused. Thinking. Then Her eyes widened slightly. “The one from today?” “Yes.” A small silence followed. “I don’t know him,” Livia said slowly. Mrs. Voss let out a quiet breath. “You should.” That alone Caught Livia’s attention. Her mother leaned back slightly. Watching her. “That was Kael Hawthorne.” The name dropped Heavy. Livia’s brows pulled together. “Hawthorne…” she repeated softly. It sounded familiar. Very familiar.

She wore a sleek black leather jacket, black trousers, black boots, and completed her mysterious look with a black face cap and dark shades. The room seemed to hold its breath as the enigmatic woman made her presence known. Her aura exuded confidence and a hint of danger, much like the twins themselves. Her identity was shrouded in secrecy, and the atmosphere around their table crackled with anticipation. Livia approached the twins with a composed demeanor, her every step exuding an air of confidence. She stopped in front of their table, her dark shades concealing her eyes, and greeted them with a respectful nod. "Lord Alejandro, Lord Alexandro," she acknowledged, her voice calm and composed

she said carefully. I didn’t notice the shift in her tone. “Yeah, the Tariq. Can you believe it?” Liv smiled faintly. “Yeah. Small world, huh?” ____ That night, Liv lay on her bed, phone in hand, staring at the sleek black card. She twirled it between her fingers, then sighed and pressed call before she could overthink it. After two rings, a deep, slightly impatient voice answered. “Yeah?” She blinked. Rude. “Uh… I guess I caught you at a bad time?”