Livia Hunger Games Novels & Stories

She is Estelle’s sister, the woman who has lived her entire life inside a carefully constructed lie. Lennon’s expression changed. There was something different in his gaze now. In his mind, his thoughts continued. To this very moment, Kiara still doesn’t know that she isn’t of Montague blood. She doesn’t know that her entire life is based on a performance deliberately maintained by Roland and Gloria. And the greatest foolishness of humankind, Lennon concluded with a sly smile, is feeling safe in ignorance. Lennon withdrew his order. He told Alaric, “Bring her here. I want to see her.”

"Oh. I didn't know that. In that case, it is really nice to meet you. I guess we'll be seeing a lot more of each other." "Yes, ma'am." He said. "No. I'm not ma'am and I'm not Luna. I'm Savannah. Please remember that. I don't care what Kane told you. I'm just Savannah." I said. "Okay. He did tell me to protect the Luna." Lucas said. "Well, your Luna will be very pissed off if you don't use her real name. Anyway, are you sticking around now because these kids are waiting for me." I said. "Yeah. I can practically see their tails wagging and they haven't even shifted." He smirked.

A tiny Morse code that says stay alive, Mommy. The screen is spider-webbed but breathing. 4,892 notifications. I open X with a thumb that feels borrowed. #LiviaKane is the number-one global trend. Above actual wars. Above actual deaths. The photos are everywhere: courthouse steps, white dress clinging to yesterday’s grief, Alexander two steps behind like a beautiful reaper. Someone zoomed so close on my ring finger the black diamonds look like bullet wounds. The comments are a coliseum of teeth: “She upgraded from garbage to nuclear weapon in 24 hours” “Pregnant and still served revenge cold. Mother is mothering.” “Imagine fumbling a woman who can buy your entire bloodline with one phone cal

As far as I know, the only clothes I have at the safe house are some outdated, probably too tight jeans, random sweat shirts and t-shirts and not even my favorite bath products! Woe is me. *** “We almost got her this time but unfortunately her driver spotted Patrick as he lounging on the library steps and I think he recognized him because next thing we know, he’s punched Patrick in the throat, grabbed the princess’s hand and ran to the car. We tried shooting them but-”

“But you can’t just tie me up here in this warehouse either!” “And who said I will just tie you up?” Lily said coldly. “You being alive will spoil my plans of getting married to him. And even if I succeed, you being alive will make it impossible for me to live happily with him.” “So… so what?” Ivy asked, fear filling her eyes. Lily looked at her, smiled faintly, then walked to one corner of the warehouse. She pulled out a big bottle of petrol and removed a lighter from her bag before walking back toward Ivy.

Lena's POV. I hummed a sweet, melodious tune as I walked down from the market with a bag of groceries in my hand. I couldn't get his voice out of my mind. I was excited. Too excited. He promised to marry me, he promised to make me his Luna. And even as I silently flung open the door, I could hear his voice in my head. Literally. “Yes! oh god! Yes! Come on, fuck the shit out of me” a loud moan snapped me out of my head. I froze looking straight ahead at the couch.

Without being allowed to say that she wanted something. Because asking—always ended painfully. And that memory was still deeply engraved in her mind even now. At that time, Livia was only seven years old. Her small body stood in the corner of the back kitchen of the Robert mansion, her face pale from hunger. That day, she had not eaten anything since morning. Her stomach hurt so badly that her small body trembled faintly. Rossa was washing clothes in the backyard, her hands red and covered in wounds because the detergent they used was extremely harsh.

Crack. The hall gasped again. Livia’s head whipped back, and a spray of blood flew from her lip. She stumbled, one leg giving out as she collapsed halfway to the floor. My own chest was racing, my heart hammering against my ribs as I watched the carnage. Yelena stood over her, a small, dark smile touching her lips. "Now," she whispered. "This is fair." Her parents rushed forward again, dragging her back before she could do more damage.

LILIAN'S POV And based on the funny smile in her eyes. She was also fully aware of who I was. Carter, Amara. Beta William's daughter. Gorgeous. popular. and it seems impossible to avoid. She kept staring at me as if I were something unpleasant, and I swallowed slowly as she stepped in by accident. After a moment, she said, "Well." "You don't look like the rumors." I made myself smile a little. "I'm not sure if that qualifies as a compliment."

She had no idea of who would be coming in to question her, she hoped that it was a woman because it would be difficult to overpower a man or several men in such a small space. * * * * * Livia stood outside the interrogation room window and stared at her mother's killer. Anger had filled up inside her to the point she could've walked in there an choked Alicia. She knew that she couldn't do that, after she questioned her and got all the information, she needed she would continue her mothers' work. Her plan was to bring down the Syndicate and Alicia or Carmen as she called herself, would help her whether she wanted to or not. A small part of her was hoping that Alicia would help her willingly,