Novel & Cerita Livia Review

“You knew it talks?” He shrugged. “I set it up. Thought you’d like a shower that compliments you.” The panel chimed again. “You’re glowing today, Luna. Should I warm the tiles beneath your feet?” I gave it a glare. “Now you’re just showing off.” Maverick walked in and tapped another button. The shower dimmed into golden steam and the ambiance shifted to ocean breeze. “There. Romantic wave mode.” “Of course you’d choose romantic wave.” “You inspire it.”

I pressed, my determination evident. "Then what do you want?" Mister Leo asked, his tone firm. "I need your help," I began, my voice sincere. Mister Leo's gaze narrowed, his eyes clouded with uncertainty. "My help with what?" "A few days ago, a girl came to your ship, didn't she?" I asked, my eyes locked on his. Mister Leo stepped off the ship, his movements deliberate. "Many people come to my ship. Be specific." I took a deep breath. "She has brown hair, gray eyes, and olive skin. Her name is Darla Matthew."

“I just got the results back.” Ronan stood immediately. “What did it say?” Lucien glanced between us, then said, “The water was clean. There was nothing in it.” I stared at him, frozen. “What?” I whispered. Lucien sighed. “I double-checked. No poison. No herbs. Nothing strange.” Ronan frowned. “That doesn’t make sense. She couldn’t shift. She collapsed—” “I’m telling you what the lab said,” Lucien snapped. “Maybe she was just scared.”

He didn’t answer, which was answer enough. Five minutes. That’s how long we had when Livia appeared, gliding toward us like a storm wrapped in silk. Her smile was venomous, her eyes alight with the thrill of destruction. “Touching,” she said, her voice dripping with condescension. “The two of you playing hero and heroine. It’s almost poetic.” Levi didn’t flinch, but I felt the tension radiating off him. “You’re out of time, Livia,” he said coldly. “And allies.”

I sigh a little taking a look at the food. “You can call me Liv.” I say finally, giving in to the whole name thing which did make her eyes light up. “Don’t get too excited, that’s only a nickname everybody calls me, it actually doesn’t sound anything like what my real name is. When I met one of my close friends, he told me I looked like a Liv and the name sort of stuck.” I explain with a tiny smile recalling the memory, Bradley can be so weird and definitely, is terrible at guessing what peoples names are.

A few minutes later, Livia herself appeared. Livia was breathtaking in person. Even without makeup, her beauty was striking—tall, slender, with silky blonde hair that cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall. Her skin was flawless, glowing even under the harsh lights of the hotel lobby. She wore an oversized cashmere sweater and leggings, but her elegance was effortless. People in the lobby glanced at her as she walked by, their heads turning in admiration. "Hi, Lily," Livia greeted with a polite smile. Her voice was soft, calm, but there was a guardedness in her eyes.

Livia: I don't mean I'm weird way Livia: In Livia: * Livia: The bath made me really sleepy sorry AS: You've been in it for a while Livia: That sounded weird. Ignore what I said AS: How did you mean it? AS: Olivia Livia: I'm sleepy Livia: I just want you here AS: What else do you want? Livia: It's too much AS: I'll be the judge of that AS: What else

And there, seated in the shadows, was Elijah. He looked older. More tired. But still razor sharp. “Didn’t think you’d come,” he said, rising. “You’re lucky I didn’t shoot you on sight,” Grace snapped. Adrian stepped forward. “What is this about Livia?” Elijah tossed a dossier on the table. Grace opened it. Photos. Recent. Crisp. Livia in Paris. Livia in Dubai. Livia holding hands with someone very much alive. “She’s working with Jade,” Elijah said.