Book Ophelia Novels & Stories

I trust everything will be fine. "I will talk with Mr. Christian. You should have a rest now and don't worry about it." I said as I turned my head to the door, when I heard footsteps clicking outside and before I could make a step away from the dining table, the door swung open, making me slightly jolting in fear. Ophelia walked inside, with two grocery bags on either side of her hands. On her right was a blue bag, with the fresh leaves of celery and spring onions sprouting off from the bag.

Episode 49 – The Confessional Diary The attic smelled of dust and forgotten things. Ophelia’s fingers traced the spine of a leather-bound journal, its surface cool and smooth, tucked away in a cedar chest that had belonged to her grandmother. She hadn’t been looking for secrets; she’d been looking for old photo albums. But the moment she lifted the diary’s cover and saw the elegant, looping script, her own script, from years ago, a peculiar heat bloomed in her chest.

When Ophelia was angry, she would write down a list of things he owed her, like an account book. The account book had a specific format, starting with "Bad Edwood" or "Stupid Edwood". It then listed all the things he needed to do to make up for it, like making her milk tea, preparing caramel pudding, taking her to the amusement park, and always promising to love her the most. The book was thick. It was filled with little notes from the young Ophelia. Some of her words were misspelled, including Edward's name. He would always helplessly correct them for her.

Now, the house stood quiet and untouched, almost forgotten by time. But Ophelia hadn’t forgotten. She knew those books were waiting for her. And it was time to go back. The next morning, Ophelia dressed simply, tying her hair back and slipping on a pair of flats. She didn’t want to be seen, especially not by anyone in the Gray family. Her goal was simple: get in, retrieve her grandmother’s books from Rosehill Cottage, and disappear unnoticed. She walked quietly through the side path lined with hedges, her heart thudding as she approached the familiar white-and-blue cottage nestled beside the Gray mansion. But before she could reach the gate, a loud, cheerful voice called out behind her.

She held out the book to Noah, wanting to part with it as soon as possible. Noah gladly took it before he turned to her. “Want to switch?” he said holding out his book. “It’s about a hero fighting to change the world.” Ophelia eyed the book hesitantly, wondering if another fairytale would poke another of her fresh wounds. In the end, she took it. Losing her mind for even a second while reading was a better bargain than leaving it to misery to be consumed. She eyed the hardcover allowing her fingers to trace the embroidered title.

he rasped as the last shove into the ground struck something. I hurried forward, ignoring his words. “I will pull it out.” The smirk in his voice was so glaring. “You do trust me, Ophelia.” “I do not.” I yanked the chest’s lid. “I only want to get out of here, and you seem to know a lot.” “Anything to soothe your ego,” he replied. Beneath a vellum parchment, my hope crashed. There was no key. Instead, a gold Chinese palace hairpin lay. I pulled it out, all mixed emotions clashing in my chest as it twisted into one huge knot.

How sinful it is when you start falling for your best friends older brother whom they might not like so much! There is only two things Ophelia Wants in life - One is to finish her graduation successfully so that she can finally be settled and two find Leonard. Ophelia Hamilton is your every day girl going to college and striving to achieve her dreams with a slight twist she has a past but doesn't everyone? Finally making it to Her dream college with her business major and 90% scholarship she has all her plans laid out straight.

The doctors told me there was a choice-save the mother or save the child. I knew what my answer was. Jane should have lived. She was everything to me, and that child, that wretched girl, was nothing more than a burden from the start. But Jane, sweet, selfless Jane, made the decision for us. She chose to save Ophelia. She chose to die for her. I still remember her last words, weak but resolute, as she told me she wanted to save the baby. My baby. But Ophelia was never mine, not really. From the moment she was born, she was a reminder of what I lost.

My voice is barely audible as I take another deep breath. A knock on the door snaps me out of my thoughts and I quickly jump up, "Come in." Hestia opens the door with a smile on her face and a plate full of cookies, "Wanna try some oatmeal chocolate cookies?" I raise an eyebrow, "Oatmeal chocolate?" She nods, "I don't like raisins so I replaced it with chocolate chips, want one?" I take one hesitantly as I, too, do not like raisins. I smell it and the sweet scent lifts my spirits, the first bite exploding with flavor.

The days have passed. Now, it was time to go home from the hospital. Getting out of a room filled with the smell of drugs is something that has been waiting for so long. Olivia is… no, not Olivia anymore. She has become a teenager again named Celine Saskara. Celine was tidying up some of the clothes that were stored in the small cupboard to the right of the gurney she was occupying. Actually, this is not allowed by them (the Celine family). They say,