Livia Cardew Novels & Stories

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 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?”

"Your Alpha command doesn't work on me." "Tell me the truth Liv," I tried to sit, but she pushed me down. "I'm from the coven of Sisters of Eternity, like your mother." Liv whispered. something and her face changed to that of an older woman, much like my mother's age. "Everything was a glamour. An illusion." I stared at her. "I can go back to the younger face if you prefer that." "Is-" I swallowed, "Is my mother really dead?" I asked and Liv nodded.

That counted for something. Liviana sat curled up on the wide sectional couch, a soft throw blanket draped over her legs and the faded stuffed rabbit from her childhood resting in her lap like a talisman. She kept touching its worn ear absentmindedly, grounding herself in the reality that this was hers. That she was hers. The name Liviana Blackwood still felt new on her tongue, but it was starting to fit, like a coat that was a little stiff at first but warmed up with wear.

Livia felt insulted as they both didn’t give her attention. Livia came back to her room and was tense, she thought, ‘now, they both will become together and make a plan against her.’ she was an overthinker and made small things worse. Arya and Laura talked to each other, after spending some time and enjoying each other’s company, Laura went from her room and came back to her room. Time passed, Ishu was still locked in the room, Ishu didn’t see the ray of light from the day when she was kidnapped.

The truth hit me like a heavy stone. Five years ago, before I ever met Ciara, the council had tried to arrange a marriage for me. They chose Lord Balor's eldest daughter, Livia. She was supposed to be my Luna. She was supposed to wear the crown. But three weeks before the wedding, her carriage was attacked by rogues on the mountain pass. The guards failed to protect her. She died in the snow, and I refused to take another council bride after her death.

The vampires of her court were treacherous, political cowards who struck from the shadows. To be dismissed—to be weighed against a political inconvenience and found lacking—was a sensation she had never experienced. The defiance in her silver eyes didn't vanish; it sharpened into something focused and predatory. She watched the way he moved, noting the raw power even in his labored stride. A slow, terrifying smile spread across Liviana's lips, painting her face with a look of absolute, obsessive fascination. "I look forward to it, Lachlan Livingston," she whispered into the freezing air, the sound entirely swallowed by the hum of the ruined vault. They were the words of a woman who had just

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.

Then, I saw her. Livia stood at the top of the grand staircase, her heels clicking softly against the polished wood as she descended. She was calm, composed, dressed in a sleek black suit that barely had a wrinkle. The ledger was clutched in one hand, the other resting on the banister as if she had all the time in the world. Behind her, a figure moved. My blood turned to ice. Levi's twin sister. She stood beside Livia, her expression unreadable. The resemblance was unmistakable, but where Levi was sharp edges and raw fury, she was cold calculation, a predator in waiting.

“He really went that far? He’s already broken in once?” She looked up at Livia, her voice filled with a mix of surprise and admiration. “I’ll protect the study, but… I didn’t expect you to have picked up on so much.” Emma stepped a little closer, curiosity in her gaze. “What surprises me more is that when he came, you not only saw through him—you even managed not to let him know you did… Livia, just who are you really…” She didn’t finish the question, as if realizing she was probing too far. Livia caught on too, and a slightly mischievous, helpless smile tugged at her lips. She shrugged lightly. “Well—after all, I am Celesta’s daughter.”