Black Ophelia Novels & Stories

I will not let that happen, not when I am still alive" Ophelia shrilled her next plan out loud, a burning killer intent flashing in her eyes. ****** Later that night, Ophelia had put all her broken piece of glass and other materials aside. She took a shower to hopefully wash off the pain. Few minutes after her long bath, she walked into dressing room and picked up a transparent linen night gown that covered nothing but the hairs on her skin. Her round petite nipples pointed out, threatening to rip that part of the tight night gown open. Without the straining of the eyes, one could easily see every part of her body. She squirted her pleasant aromatic perfume before glaring at her figure in th

Porter had given us last night. Ophelia Fox, Skyla’s sister, sat next to her. She had the same green eyes and red hair, but unlike Skyla, who always held her chin high with distain, Ophelia wore a childlike, curious smile. Her long-lashed eyes flitted around the room, like she was hunting for something amusing.

I felt dirty, despite the fact that I even had my lady parts scrubbed. But nothing could prepare me for this; not in my wildest imagination would I have imagined this. My heart broke as I watched Ophelia walk out of the forest. The little girl was dressed up in the same style as me; only her dress was a little looser and in a soft shade of pink. But short, so incredibly short. Her hair was braided, one braid over each shoulder, and tied up with pink bows. Her red, painted lips trembled, and her mascara-covered eyes were filled with tears. She ran right into my arms, and I thanked the goddess that nobody tried to stop her.

We heard an overly sweet voice causing our heads to snap back. Ophelia stood leaning against the pub wall with her legs crossed. She was dressed in black leather leggings and a forest green top exposing her cleavage. She stood up straight and sauntered over to us. The heels of her shoes clicked in rhythm with the rain. Levi moved towards her. His body shook with anger. "What have you done!" He growled out.

Thin sunlight seeped through high clerestory windows and pooled across the keep’s audience hall, where rumors already scuttled like mice. Ophelia stood near the servant’s entrance, tugging at the frayed sleeve of her old linen gown—borrowed from Maeve at dawn. Ash dozed at her feet, tail twitching.

She was fucked, But she was screwed beautifully. Ophelia Storm stood in front of the mirror in an off the shoulder silver dress that revealed a peek of her cleavage and attractive collarbones. Her black hair was styled in waves, a nude make-up highlighting her high cheeks bones, long regal nose and full lips. However, her mind was a turmoil as she stepped out of the room, walking down the grand marble stairs. Tomorrow, she would have to present a strategy and she hadn't come up with one.

Every new attack was drawing him out of his right mind. "I am technically higher on the food chain than you. If I can get you to surrender the way a no-fur surrenders to-" Hades cut the powerful tom off. "I surrender to no one. I never have and with this power, I never will." "Then we are at an impasse." King slipped under the next focused attack to stand bravely in front of Hades. "But that crystal is a liar. It will drain your Doll in an attempt to steal every part of my aura. But I'm the Black Devil. I'm not just a strong Top-side magic user, I'm something other. My power is infinite. Understand, boy?" Then the Black Devil took the full force of one of the sphere's attacks dead on.

Her ocean-blue eyes have depths of innocence in them, and it seemed as though an inevitable gravity was dragging me in to explore those vast sets of orbs. I was so distracted by how the doll's elegance had held me chained up that I did not even notice the entrance to the villa slamming completely shut until I realized it. I stumbled through it, but I was completely blown shocked when I started hearing a melodic line being hummed ominously from behind my back, causing my head to instinctively flip toward its direction. My mouth dropped open, and my eyes widened in sheer terror, and my body started to shrivel up in fear and panic, as my heart pummeled vociferously. I was screaming with tears i

Probably because she and Ryker are probably wondering how they’ll accomplish their sinister plans with my parents gone. That was when Ophelia showed up, working her jaw on some chewing gum. She was wearing a black miniskirt and a tank top of the same color. Her black curtain of hair now ended with silver. It looked a little bit similar to my own shade of hair, which was as white as snow. She cast me a fleeting look, before looking at our parents and actually smiling. “You people worry too much. We’ll be fine. You’ve wanted this for so long. We’re not going to stand in your way now, right, Orla?”

she whispered to herself. Getting ready took more time than she anticipated, because for some reason, Ophelia feels that she needed to look her fucking best, especially in front of another Luna. "Come on, Ophelia, we'll be late if we keep this up," Luciana complained. Ophelia sighed, but finally stopped fussing with her dress. She took a step back and gave Luciana a once-over before nodding, "Now you look like a Luna from the Black Moon pack…" she muttered.