Does Ophelia Kill Herself Novels & Stories

It is the night before our wedding when my fiancee, Whitney Sullivan, reunites with her childhood sweetheart, Steven Foster, a mercenary who has been missing for five years. He is brought to our doorstep by his teammates, bloodied and barely clinging to life after being poisoned with a deadly aphrodisiac on a mission. Whitney, usually so aloof and controlled, immediately breaks down. She locks the door, defying my efforts to stop her, and stays with Steven all night long. I choose to stay outside the door, never closing my eyes. I confront her the following morning with a torrent of accusations, only for her to stand in front of Steven protectively and say shamelessly, "I couldn't just stand by and watch Steven die. Isn't it just my virginity? What's the harm in letting loose the night before the wedding?" In that instant, all my affection for her is utterly destroyed.

Seven years ago, my husband, the King of the Humans, banished me to the Everfrost Plains, where my life came to a tragic end. Seven years later, a grave illness befalls the Queen of the Humans, and blood spills endlessly from her lips. The clerics claim that I have cursed her. Only the blood taken from my heart can cure her fully. Gareth Lancaster, my former husband, comforts his new wife, the queen, and says, "You have nothing to fear. To think she's still trying to harm you, her older sister, even when she has been exiled! "I'll march to the Everfrost Plains right away and carve her heart out to use as your cure. Then, I'll have her soul sent to hell to suffer in torment for all eternity." Sword in hand, Gareth heads to the Everfrost Plains. He finds a Serpentkin, one who should've died in the Great War of the Beasts and Men seven years ago. The Serpentkin has frozen solid, standing before my grave with his hands clasped together as if in prayer. In front of my grave sits a young girl. She says, "You won't be able to take my mother's heart. She died many years ago. I stayed here to let the truth be known to all…"

**Evelyn Karamazov** I’ve spent all twenty-three years of my life immersed in the world of the mafia, groomed to rule with an iron fist. But power in our world doesn’t come without a price, and that price is marriage—a union built on strategy rather than so-called love. It’s the last thing I want, but in this life, sacrifices are the currency we trade in. And if I have to choose, I’ll sacrifice to the devil I know rather than the angel I don’t. But make no mistake, a sacrifice is still a sacrifice, and it demands its due. **Killian Bandini** Sixteen years—that’s how long I’ve waited to exact my revenge. Sixteen years to drown in nightmares, consumed by guilt and the unyielding desire to set things right. My father is dead, and now the Bandini empire is mine. The time has come to collect what is owed, and God help those who wronged me, because they will pay with blood. ★ What happens when the most lethal, most infuriating man to ever walk the earth crashes your wedding, puts a bullet in your would-be husband’s head, and holds everyone at gunpoint just to ensure you marry him instead? Killian Bandini doesn’t ask; he takes. But if he thinks I’m some meek bride to be bartered and controlled, he’s dead wrong. I may have to marry him, but I sure as hell won’t make it easy. He’s come for blood and power, but he doesn’t know that I’m not just a pawn—I’m a queen, and this game has only just begun.

I didn’t marry him for love. I married him to pay my father’s debt. To save my brother’s life. To survive. Lucien Draven is a billionaire, a killer, and the man who made my father disappear. Or so I believed. Now, I wear his ring. Sleep under his roof. Live as his wife with no rights, no freedom, and one rule: *Never ask about the night my father died* But secrets don’t stay buried. And when I dig too deep, I find something that changes everything. Maybe Lucien didn’t kill my father. Maybe the real killer is closer than I think. And maybe… the devil I married is the only one who ever truly wanted to protect me.

Scarlett Whitmore was excited to discover she was pregnant when her perfect life was shattered as she found her mate in bed with her cousin. She threatens to reveal their secret affair but her mate stops her, ripping her child out of her and at the brink of death.Scarlett loses her life but three sister witches from the feared Black Blood Pack find her just in time and revive her with a new face and identity, giving her the chance to seek revenge on those who destroyed her life and unborn pup.Alpha Zane, the cold and cursed leader of the Black Blood Pack, is on a quest to find the one destined to break his pack's curse—a mate with the mark of the goddess. When Scarlett comes into his life, reborn with the mark of the goddess everything changes. Would Scarlett be able to break the curse and get her revenge and can Zane find redemption for himself and his pack before it's too late

Olivia Penn was the only daughter of the Penn family. She was born into privilege and status. People often called her the holy maiden of high society. She was untouchable and devout. The system gave me a mission to win her heart, but I ended up losing mine to her. After we got married, the mission was successfully completed. I should have left this world immediately, but I chose to stay for her. The cost was constant, bone-deep pain every single day. One day, I saw her being intimate with my younger brother in a church. The rosary she never took off was teasingly caught between his lips, then removed and tossed aside. Even our son wanted my brother to be his father. So, I gave them what they wanted. However, if this was what they wanted, why did they regret it after I died?

In her past life, she was a ruthless assassin who met a death so brutal she didn't even get a grave to rest in. But one fateful day, she's reborn-plunged back into her 15-year-old self, and blessed with an otherworldly power space by chance. Now, she's out for vengeance: tormenting her scum of a parents, taking down her spoiled brat of a sister, and slapping those ridiculous relatives hard enough to make their faces burn. She's a martial arts prodigy with a breathtaking, ethereal beauty. And let's get one thing straight-whoever said beauty and brains can't coexist clearly never met her.

The new intern in the unit had to be chronically incompetent. He handled my mother's post-surgery medication and somehow mixed up the drug. He gave her a potent blood thinner. That night, she died from a hemorrhage after her operation. Before I could even accuse him, the intern had his puppy-dog eyes ready. "I'm sorry, Dr. Benford, but I thought that was the drug you wanted me to mix. Who was I to question my superior's order?" Then the hospital director, who was also my wife, chimed in, "Your mom is the idiot for taking her meds without checking. She brought this on herself." I was so enraged that I had a heart attack, which meant I had to undergo surgery in the same hospital. The intern insisted on redeeming himself and assisted Victoria during the operation. He could not even thread a needle because his hands kept trembling. In the middle of the procedure, this medical fraud removed his mask and wet the end of the surgical thread to force it through. I died in the ICU the next day. The cause was a bacterial infection. As I neared death, I heard the intern whine through tears, "How could I be so careless? If I weren't so clumsy, Dr. Benford would have lived." Victoria gently ruffled his hair. "Don't take it to heart, pumpkin. Everyone knows how risky medical procedures can be. You're just starting out, so don't be so hard on yourself." Because of my wife's efforts, both my mother and I were cremated without any investigation or disciplinary action. You would think that was the end. It wasn't. The next time I opened my eyes, I was back on the day Hugo Spencer first joined our hospital as an intern.

Derek Lewis killed me six times for Claire White. Each time, I waited for him to change his mind, but every time, he drove the knife straight into my chest. “Sherry, Claire was born with a serious heart condition. You’re the only compatible donor who can save her. I swear—you’re the only woman I’ll ever marry.” But before the first week after my death had even passed, he married Claire. My former mansion became their new home, and my sports cars were used as their wedding cars. Even the Lewis family’s billion-dollar fortune became jointly owned between them. Standing in line to be reborn again, I finally realized that I didn’t want the scumbag anymore, but the Lewis family’s wealth had always included my share. So, I was reborn, choosing to become their child. On the day of the delivery, Derek publicly announced that Lewis Group would one day belong solely to this child. Inside the delivery room, I was born crying. Claire took one look at me, and her scream tore through the room. “Derek, why does our baby look like Sherry?”

After the tragic death of her four-year-old son, Amelia Carter’s perfect life begins to unravel. Once adored by her husband, Amelia became the target of his quiet disgust after childbirth changed her body in ways she could not control. The man who once called her beautiful now barely looks at her without judgment. Every cruel comment, every cold stare, every reminder of the weight she failed to lose slowly destroys her confidence piece by piece. Then grief shatters what remains of their marriage. Humiliated, body-shamed, and blamed for a tragedy she can no longer separate from her own guilt, Amelia is left with nothing. Until Nathaniel Vaughn enters her life. Powerful. Dangerous. Infuriatingly unreadable. A man with his own reasons for hating her husband. But unlike everyone else, Nathaniel does not look at Amelia with pity or disgust. And when he offers her a deal that could destroy the man who ruined her life, Amelia is pulled into a world of revenge, scandal, ruthless power plays… and a dangerously unexpected attraction. Because the more Amelia begins reclaiming herself, the more her ex-husband realizes the woman he discarded was never weak at all. And by the time he understands that, it may already be too late.