Livia Hunger Games Novels & Stories

Livia’s POV This is the most barbaric thing I have ever witnessed, and worse I’m the piece of meat on display. I open my eyes and like a scene straight out of some Neanderthal, slavery era movie, the first man raises his card and the auctioneer hoots. “There! I see a hundred million. Do we have two hundred?” In the white flowing gown under the glare of the spotlight, I might as well be naked and I resist the urge to smooth away the gooseflesh rising on my arms. Another man raises his hand and the auctioneer claps dramatically.

Julianne's POV I returned to the quarters after the unspeakable behavior with Arthur. Hide demands to be the Alpha of the pack. And she already told me that she loves spending time with Arthur, he plays with her I was preparing dinner, lost in thought, of what transpired today in Arthur's room, when I noticed Antonnia slipping out of the room. At first, I thought nothing of it, but then a nagging feeling crept in. She might be heading to Arthur's place again. My heart sank.

It was impossible not to let my eyes narrow, even though I knew it would be wiser to hide my anger. Mr. Cillian grinned with red-speckled fangs. “What’s your name, girl?” “ . . . Elysia.” Technically speaking, it wasn’t a lie. “Your full name, not your bloodline.” I didn’t answer. Mr. Cillian chuckled. “Have it your way,” he said. “While we’re waiting, I don’t suppose you’ve had any sightings of the Dark Watcher?” The question caught me off guard. “I’m afraid I have no idea what you speak of.”

She screamed as she fell to the floor, blood spreading quickly beneath her. Her mother cried out in horror. “Eve! Oh God, Eve!” Livia stood calmly, gun still raised, her expression unreadable. “You came alone,” she said coolly. “Just like I knew you would.” Eve clutched her leg, pain tearing through her body, but her eyes never left her mother. “Please,” she whispered. “Let her go. Take me. I’m right here.” Livia smiled faintly, a cruel curve of her lips. “It’s already too late.”

He thought hard about whether Lucianne would be harmed if his men killed Livia right then and there. Lucianne was strong. But the people around her were not. The Oleander blade she took for the child proved that she was still susceptible to injuries and even…death. The thought of Lucianne’s death on his hands was too painful to be pushed aside, and Greg reluctantly gave a hand signal for his man to release Livia. After Livia fell on the floor and took in the air she needed, she pushed herself up, and Greg asked impatiently, “What’s your price?”

Lilith's POV. I gasped sharply, stumbling backward instantly as the bowl clattered loudly against the floor. Pain burned against my skin immediately. My breathing turned uneven as shock froze me in place. Ria stared at me coldly. “You can’t even cook properly.” I looked down at my ruined dress in stunned silence while soup dripped slowly onto the floor around me. Humiliation crashed over me so suddenly my throat tightened painfully. “I-I’m sorry,” I whispered quietly.

“I’ll cover you.” Livia pressed herself against the cold container, her pulse wild. Gunfights were not her world; she had no weapon, no training. But she understood power—what it meant to be wanted, to be feared, to be the reason men would risk everything. And here, on this dock, under the floodlights and the roar of gunfire, she was the prize they were fighting over.

"Yes, Luna. I got it." Livia was enjoying the cheering. All the noble family was cheering for her. She felt relaxed. She was nervous at first because she thought this girl was a Lycan. But how shameful that she could not even fight her. She kicked Sharon in a place where her joint would lose and she could not move her leg. Suddenly the crowd went silent. Livia frowned at the crowd. 'What happened?' She thought. She turned around. But the moment she turned she felt a kick on her chin.

“You let your father die, remember? He begged.” Adrian’s face tightened. “Not real.” A fake Grace whispered in Grace’s ear, “Livia loved you. You left her.” Grace kept walking, fists clenched. They pushed through the hallucinations and emerged into a chamber lined with servers glowing violet. And at the center stood Livia. Reunion Turned War Grace froze. The real Livia. Not a projection. Not a memory. She was dressed in sleek black leather, a pistol at her hip, and sadness in her eyes.

"How many times have you done this, Livia?" She said nothing for a very long time. Then she slowly walked over to the bookcase and knelt down to pull out a lidded crate from the bottom shelf. She fixed her gaze on Rhye. She lifted the lid and calmly set it aside. In the bin were more Minion cell phones. At least a dozen of the damned things. Rhye dropped his ass onto the futon and raked his fingers through his hair. "Holy hell, woman. Have you lost your goddamn mind?" Livia rubbed her palm over her forehead, trying to ease some of the throbbing that was battering her from within. The migraine was coming on fast, bearing down hard. She closed her eyes, hoping to stave off the worst of it. It