Does Ophelia Kill Herself Novels & Stories

Ophelia's POV Two days. Two endless days of stumbling through these cursed mountains, searching for someone who didn’t want to be found. The guards had given me a clear warning to leave, but I wasn't going anywhere until I had the antidote. My legs burned with every step, and my throat was so dry it felt like sandpaper. “This is pointless,” I whispered to myself, my voice raspy. “Maybe they were right. Maybe I shouldn’t have come.” The mist in the air felt thicker now, wrapping around me like a cloak. The cold bit at my skin, and for the first time, I let the thought sink in—I might not make it.

A smirk came across my face as I pulled the knife out and stabbed him in the chest, pushing it as far as I could into his heart. I watched as the life left his eyes, his body went limp and I released him. His lifeless body fell to the floor. I composed myself before turning and walking out of the room into the hallway. As soon as Ophelia saw me, she ran to me and wrapped around me. I put my head down on her shoulder as she let out soft sobs, her entire body was trembling in my arms. I tightened my arms around her, pulling her as close to me as possible. I missed her so much, she was finally back in my arms and I’m never letting her go again.

She clears her throat, opening her mouth to speak, but I’m not done. “I heard Ophelia is dead? That stupid cunt really got herself killed?” Caitlyn’s face pales before it darkens to a dangerous shade of red. Bane moves uncomfortably beside her, and Crean actually gets up this time to put his hands on his mothers shoulders. Also very interesting. “Ophelia got what she was barking for. She could have just kept to the plan.” Crean says smoothly. “So she is dead then?” I ask, raising my eyebrows at him.

Ophelia shook her, her eyes full of tears. Ophelia rose to her feet, stormed toward Marcellus who was in panic. She held his collar, shaking him. "You killed her! Wicked thing!" "All the Elites are evil! You all deserve to rot!" Ophelia shrielled. Arabella stepped backward, and in a flash disappeared into the house. Ophelia left Marcellus, rushed to Lucille again, and knelt beside her. "Don't do this please," she broke into a deep sob

I asked again, running my hand up and down her spine as I helped her stand properly so she could stare at me. "My Lady... Oph, Ophelia." I couldn't understand what she was still trying to tell me. "What's wrong with Ophelia?" "She was found dead this morning... I don't know the details, but her body can't be retrieved back to the pack." I felt sick to my knees, gasping in shock, my hands flying to my mouth as I staggered to the couch, slumping into it as I propped my head in my hands. I shook my head in disbelief, my mouth hanging open slightly.

Ophelia was a mistake from the start, and if Jane hadn't been so foolish, she would still be here, and everything would be different. But no. I was alone, left to pick up the pieces while Ophelia, the cause of it all, was probably out there, living her life without a care in the world. I wondered what had become of her. She disappeared after Ryan and Vivian's wedding, but I knew better than to think she was gone for good. Ophelia had a way of surviving, of slipping through the cracks. Part of me hoped she was dead, that she'd finally met the end she deserved. It would be poetic justice, wouldn't it? The child that destroyed my life, gone forever. I could finally put everything behind me and

Marissa offered Ophelia a drink with she politely declined and try to drag her to the dance floor but it didn't work out very well as well. Ophelia had a weird feeling of being watched and the worst worst she knew it wasn't just the man from across the counter there was someone else watching her and she couldn't find a finger upon who. At last Marissa resorted to settling down beside ophelia as she down probably three shots before she went crazy on the dance floor. Ophelia watched with a smile on her face about how comfortable Marissa was in her body. To say the girl was beautiful would be an understatement both her and Jake had amazing genes and their looks made them stand out everywhere th

Max’s fate had been written in stone the moment he fell for someone as fickle as Ophelia. How ironic. Ophelia in Hamlet ended up going mad and drowning. Even her name was a harbinger of bad luck. And she was exactly that for me. My bad luck. My downfall. My nemesis. The night everything imploded flashed by. The night she turned eighteen. The night she first shifted. The same night she almost killed my step-mother.

Draven boasted and Jean smiled sheepishly on hearing that. Ophelia got jealous and began to forcefully swallow down spoonfuls of food until one was logged at her neck and refused to go down despite how many times she tried. Coughing, she gulped down cups of water at one sitting before it did. "Oh Ophelia, you haven't even married him yet. Don't tell me you're already planing to kill yourself in order to escape getting married to..... You know" she whispered, voice laced with mockery and contempt.

Ophelia placed her hand on her stomach as if speaking to her child, while closing her eyes to embrace her fate. Micheal smiled victoriously at her surrendering to him, with Uriel begging for mercy. He spared none, with his hand raised up to kill Ophelia, until it happened…