Fe Ophelia Novels & Stories

NICHOLAS I watched Ophelia's face carefully. A scowl had overtaken her usually placid features, and I already knew that what I said next wouldn't erase the alarmed look that was on her face. She pursed her lips, and that adorable crease formed between her eyebrows the way it always did when she was concerned. I began to describe what happened in as little detail as I could, keeping last night's heavy promises in the back of my mind as I did so. *** FLASHBACK

My manicured nails were on the verge of breaking from the vigor of digging them into the iron. “Please Brandon…help!” I cried, hot tears burning down my cheek. For a moment the realization and panic flashed raw and wide in his eyes and I thought maybe, just maybe he’d finally realize what madness this was and grab my hand to pull me up, not until Edna walked, her eyes glinting with pure evil. “Step back, baby” she placed a palm over Brandon’s shoulders and shoved him back lightly. The coward of a man took a surrendering step back. “I’m sorry Ophelia, it wouldn't have gotten to this if you didn't start a fight.”

I had no idea what this absurd feeling was. Everything blurred out, the sounds from Faye and Karla's whispers muffled out leaving me in a much-needed calm. All I could feel were the weight of my body against the floor and the sweet scents from the candles. I felt Glomé's palms leave mine, I opened my eyes and regarded the smiling lady before me. "You are favored by the goddess..." "Did you not get what I said? Do you think I have all the time in the world to spare?" Faye's impatience strummed loudly in her tone and stance.

Ophelia I woke up to a knock at the door. It unlocked and Lana walked in holding a white tray. “Good morning Ophelia.” she smiled, walking over to the bed. “Good morning Lana.” As she set the tray on the table, I got out of bed and walked over to take a seat in the chair. “This looks good. What is it?” “This is fried eggs with kielbasa topped with dill. You also have blinis with mixed fruit jam. And you also have black tea.”

The plastic bag slowly slipped out of her grip, her toenails fearfully digging into the soil. Refusing to breathe, Ophelia slowly turned around, her eyes still shut. There was no need to run; she understood that it would not do her any good. Her eyes slowly opened; from the ground, her eyes timidly went up to the huge figure of an unknown male who had stopped a few steps away from her.

"But we like ourselves, father. We can speak to Alpha Finlay, have me work as a maid in his palace until all your debts are repaid." "Never! Finlay wouldn't negotiate. His money or my head," Omega O'Cleigh took a step forward and put his hand over Ophelia's shoulder, "you're the fairest in our pack. Surely he'll be smitten by your pure and fresh looks," Upon hearing this, Ophelia fetched her skirt and ran away from her father's study. Hating the fact that she was thrown in such a position as the eldest child from the O'Cleigh Omega family. She was running towards the lake when she bumped into Stannis Robert, her romantic interest and best friend.

I can finally see her and not just perceive her. "Alexios, how great to see you again." Sophia's mom's voice might have sounded friendly, but her eyes, her gaze were anything but friendly. "And who is this pretty lady beside you?" She asked referring to Ophelia. "You all heard that right? I am a lady not a kid!" Ophelia snorted using the mind link. "That's my youngest Ophelia." Mom answered smiling. "She is an eight grader." I almost laughed as mom added that. Ophelia's reaction was priceless and I wished I had captured that.

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.

Ophelia walked inside the university under an influence of nostalgia, an year ago walking into this university felt like she was a different person all together. It wasn’t that she had changed much but the fact that circumstances had changed majorly. Six months ago walking here she had only one motive, to graduate peacefully without any drama and with her head down, today it wasn’t like she was the most famous kid here but atleast she had friends.

She treated the girl's wounds first, then made sure to give her water. “Drink, it will give you more strength,” Ophelia said with a smile, but beneath that smile was pure evil. She had poisoned the water, and Khloé had finally fallen into her wicked trap. 'Another one wasted' Ophelia cackled inwardly.