Livia Review Novels & Stories

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.

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.

“Is Chiara coming tonight?” “Livia!” her mother snapped sharply, grabbing her by the elbow. She turned to me with an apologetic smile as she began pulling her daughter away. Then, in a hushed but still very audible whisper, she scolded, “You know better than to ask about Chiara.” “I like Chiara,” Livia replied stubbornly, her voice far less restrained than her mother would have liked. Her mother quickly shushed her again, clearly mortified. “Ignore them,” my mother said softly beside me. “Chiara will be here. You invited her, so she will come.”

she muttered in her laughter. “Alexa,” I called, trying to get her attention. “You have to hear this,” she said between laughs. “Listen to this madness.” She cleared her throat dramatically and began reading: “Livia is a curse, a plague, and she steals everything that should be mine. I hope her beauty rots and her soul burns.” Alexa paused, looking up with a grin. “Wow. Poetic and very original,” she said with a grin. Livia’s expression darkened, but she remained still.

Sarah finally placed the phone back on the desk carefully. “Calm down.” “How am I supposed to calm down?” Livia demanded. “People are forgetting about me already!” “That’s not true.” “It is true!” She grabbed her phone again quickly and unlocked it, immediately pulling up social media pages filled with comments about Eva. “She’s trending everywhere,” Livia continued angrily. “People are calling her elegant, talented, refined—some are even saying she fits Ethan better than anyone they’ve seen him with before!” The last sentence clearly bothered her the most. Sarah exchanged a glance with Clark. Then suddenly, Livia froze.

Letty laughed mockingly as she spoke to her. Livia was taken aback by the accuracy of Letty’s statement. She acted without considering the potential consequences, displaying a remarkable level of empathy. “Am I considered a top actress? Do you think I have what it takes to succeed as an actress?” Letty spoke to her. “Sure thing, Letty! You have an incredible talent! You are an exceptional daughter!” The woman accompanying Letty, who is likely her mother, Letezia, also expressed praise. Everything was part of their plans, which Livia had already calculated. She is a fool to believe Letty’s request for help when the truth is that it was their plan to lock her within her own town house and mur

She could now say this felt exactly like home. Lyra scoffs a laugh. “Oh, so this is the little dolly I’ve been hearing so much about?” Her eyes run up and down Liviana’s form, and she mocks a laugh. “With all the fuss, I expected someone prettier. I don’t understand why you’re such a big topic around here when you look like... That.“ Liviana let out a laugh of disbelief. “Excuse me?” She asks, eyebrows pinched together in a look of offense.

Or the kind of clean soap you only notice when it’s mixed with warmth. The main lamp is on. Light spills over the central table in a circle, leaving everything beyond it in soft shadow. Rows of cabinets recede into darkness like silent witnesses. And Livia is there. She’s seated at the table, sleeves rolled up, hair pinned back loosely, her attention fixed on a stack of integrity scan printouts. A pencil is tucked behind her ear. She looks like she’s been working for hours—and like she hasn’t noticed the time passing at all. Her posture is controlled the way it always is, but something about the stillness in her shoulders makes me pause.

But she also knew—she couldn’t show even a trace of unease. So she steadied herself, putting on a calm, even slightly detached tone, and said: “Lord Jim, King of the Underworld, before you leave, I have one final request.” Jim turned back, raising an eyebrow. “Oh? Still playing games?” Livia gave a faint smile, her gaze sharp as a blade. “Since you claim to know Eryx’s deployments and movements, I want to test whether your memory truly lives up to your title.” She spoke slowly and deliberately:

Livia faked a pout, “But I didn’t see anyone else here to keep you company tonight. Won’t you feel lonely?” “That’s my business. Now get out before I throw you out myself.” Greg warned. Unperturbed, Livia kept her smile on and sashayed to his desk before standing in front of him. Her arousal filled the air in his room. She was in heat and wanted Greg to be the vessel for her release. Greg was getting angrier by the second, “Last chance, Livia. Get. Out.” She sat on his desk and whispered, “Seven minutes. How about that? After seven minutes of…fun, I’ll leave.”