Fe Ophelia Novels & Stories

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.

but it will never stop me, stop me from biting their necks off and watching them scream and shiver in agony. “Ha ha ha ha …... they are so pathetic. “Your majesty you needed not to do that, you could have just compelled them to let us go.” One of the only sirens caught, Ophelia says, the little protection my father said I needed. I do not hate Ophelia, she is cute and highly organized and most importantly she is really strong, she is a bit too morally disciplined, but she adjusts well when she is around me. “Oh, Lia should not worry about me, I am okay.”

Ophelia’s POV: “Rhea Whitmore.” The name vibrated through the speakers. A part of me—the broken, deeply scarred part that still clawed at the walls of my mind—didn't recognize that name at all. That part was still hopelessly stuck in the bleak, terrifying past where I was just Ophelia. A helpless, recessive Omega tied down to the whims of the Vitale family.

I found Ophelia in the restroom, leaning against the marble counter, both hands gripping the sink as her chest rose and fell rapidly. "Lia—" Her head whipped up. "Don't." Her voice was cold and trembling with fury. "Don't you dare pull me back there. Not with your pet names. Not with anything." "I didn't mean—" "You never mean to do anything, do you?" she spat. "You just destroy and apologize later."

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.

She had flown in from Texas before dawn. Without saying a word, she walked straight to Henry and Rosalia before embracing them both. “I’m so sorry…” That was all she could manage to say before breaking down completely. Not far away… Ophelia stood alone beneath one of the ancient oak trees overlooking the memorial garden. Unlike everyone, she was dressed in a white dress instead. She didn't enter the hall. She couldn’t. She watched everyone laugh and cry, but she couldn’t even get closer to them or sympathise with them, the guilt of what she did weighing on her chest.

“You think you’ve freed yourself, Erica… but you’ll never escape what you are. You’ll always be tainted… by me.” Erica felt a pang of sadness, not for Ophelia, but for everything lost—the years of torment, the lives damaged, the shattered bonds that had once meant family. “I’ll spend my life proving you wrong.” Ophelia’s breaths became shallow, her eyes dimming as the final moments slipped away. The woman who had haunted them both for so long, who had wreaked so much havoc, was gone. Her eyes finally glazed over, her body still, leaving only an eerie silence behind.

​I freeze. ​"Swollen belly or no," Ophelia continues, her gaze piercing right through me. "Some fruits rot from the vine before they ever ripen. The lavender she wears... it is suffocating. It masks the truth. There is no life-scent in that womb, Kai. Only fae magic." ​The spark inside me ignites into a roaring, lethal inferno.

painful minutes. The room went silent as the video ended on the image of Lucas pushing Ophelia away with disgust. Ophelia stood still for a second... the silence stretching out between them. Then... slowly... her face changed. The sweet... helpful friend was gone. Her eyes grew sharp and cold... and a mean... proud look took over her face. “Okay... yes...” Ophelia said... her voice suddenly loud and bold. “I did it! So what about it? It’s just a kiss... Selene. Why are you acting like the world is ending?”

Ophelia's POV Sitting down in the lavishly furnished living room of Dominic Blackwood's home I couldn't help but recall my conversation with him at the hospital two days ago. "Let’s discuss our CONTRACT marriage, shall we?" He had said. "Contract marriage?" I asked, my brows furrowed in confusion. "You see, Miss–" "Ophelia, my name is Ophelia," I corrected. "Aren't you supposed to be in a coma?" I asked, even though I know I sound stupid right now. He was standing in front of me, that's all the answers I should need.