Livia Review Novels & Stories

Livia's POV: “I never thought you would be participating as well, Lady Livia.” Said Elijah, the first son of Lord Garfon who made his way with his horse towards Lucius and I. “My sister prefers to stay under the shade.” “Everyone has their own interest,” I answered and the man smiled stalely, something which I had noticed since he came towards us. “Of course and I find it unique, most women…” “That's the answer, Livia is not like other women. Perfect for me who is also not similar like other men who are mundane, which is why her interest falls to me.

“I thought we could wait till morning to discuss that but if you are up for the discussion this evening then I shall tell you.” “I would rather discuss it tonight if it’s all the same.” “Very well,” Harbem said. “Let’s have dinner first.” He crossed to a table with some bowls and a pot on it. He lifted the lid from the pot and steam rose from it. The aroma of fresh stew wafted over to Alexa and her stomach cramped hungrily. Harbem dished up the stew and crossed to Alexa. She took the offered bowl and thanked Harbem. They ate in silence. It was beef stew with carrots and potatoes. The stew was like a broth and Alexa had two helpings before indicating she was full. She had lived on roots and v

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.

Sonia screamed from the dressing room. “Don't bother dear friend. I have to do this alone” I replied. Her jaw dropped as the look in her eyes spelt doom. If a gaze could kill, I would have died that very instant. With the help of the Moon Goddess special powers, I could read thoughts and hear long distance sounds. “We’ve always attended the meetings with the council of elders together. What's wrong this time, you seem different Laura ?” she enquiries her voice barely above a whisper. “I just need to do this alone, I'll fill you in on all that was discussed” and with that, I strode out through the door.

Liora’s Words: A Spark of Arrogance Liora strode forward next, her golden hair glowing in the firelight. The young Luna was radiant, but her beauty was tempered by the sharp edge of her voice. > “My mother speaks of unity, and yet darkness still crawls in the corners of this world. Aiden’s death proves we cannot let shadow linger.” She turned, her gaze sweeping the crowd like a blade. > “I say we purge the Shadow Wolves once and for all. Only then can my mother’s vision be fulfilled.”

“We look like we are trying” Tiana shook her head. “Trying too hard for that matter” “We should tone it down a bit” I wiped the sultry red lipstick from my lips. I frowned at my reflection. “The lipstick really made my green eyes pop” I whined. I ruffled my curls a bit so they didn’t look like they had just been done. Tiana looked at me in the mirror. “I mean, I totally get why I am doing this, I am definitely hoping I can get Tristan's attention. What about you, Iris? What’s the catch? What has been up with you? You have me genuinely worried.”

She came up behind me and bowed respectfully in front of my mother and father. "What can I do for you, Alpha Bernard, Luna Gladys?" While she was bowing, Lolita questioned them. "Lolita, could you have a peek at how Javier is doing right now? Since he has already been examined by medical professionals, and those professionals have stated that there is nothing physically wrong with him, our best bet is that he was victimized by a witch,"/My mother responded to her question. Lolita glanced in my direction before beginning her approach to me.

Lambana - a race of small winged creatures also called Ada or Engkantada and in English it is called Pixie, Small Fairy or Tooth Fairy. ━━━━━･ ｡ﾟ★: *.☪.* :★ ﾟ｡･━━━━━━ The day ended without her father knowing she had left her room. She has returned to her hiding place, the moments she had enjoyed earlier are now gone.

“If this is about Victor’s latest tantrum, Park is a better audience.” “It’s not about Victor,” Livia said. Her voice, even through the tiny speaker, carried the careful poise of someone who’d been trained her whole life to sound unruffled. Lyra had seen it crack precisely once—in a hospital corridor years ago when she’d thought Lyra was unconscious. “It’s about my granddaughter,” Livia said. Lyra’s spine straightened. “You watched the feed,” Lyra said. Not a question. “Everyone watched the feed,” Livia said. “Half the city is discussing your ovaries over breakfast.”

Like proving something. No tie. No cufflinks. Just the melted-down ring in my pocket, warm from my body heat. I turn when I hear her footsteps. Livia steps out barefoot, the way we agreed. The white dress is simple, soft cotton, long sleeves, flowing over the huge curve of her belly. No veil. No jewelry. Her hair is loose, dark waves catching the wind. She’s not wearing makeup, and her eyes are still a little red from crying earlier today. She looks exhausted. Radiant. Terrified. Perfect.