Fe Ophelia Novels & Stories

Joshua said placing a hand on my shoulder. "I should have been able to stop him," I sniffled, "the moment I had an inkling that something was wrong. I should have forced him back into the car with me." I inhaled sharply, getting enough oxygen in my lungs so I could prepare to speak fluently. "Ophelia is mentally unstable she may claim to love him but I fear even if she has no intention of killing him. She could torture him."

Ophelia froze, wincing, expecting to hear the loud cry she had come to hate so much. But her daughter stood up, finally looked up and met her eyes. “M Ma.” She called with a wide smile that revealed her pink gums and two bottom teeth. Ophelia found herself smiling back. She stretched her arms out and began to walk towards her daughter, but the oddest thing happened. Olivia took a step, and her legs shook a little with her knees bent. Ophelia gasped as she watched her take a second step still. “Come, come.” She clapped excitedly. Olivia did not look up as it seemed all her attention was on taking her first steps.

The corner of his lips titled up slightly and he bowed, taking his leave. “Olarya?” Stella raised an eyebrow at me, her lips parting. “That's such a beautiful name.” “A beautiful name for a beautiful mare.” The stable had a slightly damp smell as we walked in. I moved ahead of Stella, horses lining the stalls on either side of us, till we reached almost one twice my height. Its shiny dark body made it all the more magnificent. Olarya recognized me immediately, neighing and rearing onto her hind legs to lift her fore limbs.

NORA My first interaction with Eliana also known as the Queen of the East was not what I expected. Of course, I was anticipating a frying pan my way or at least, a heel thrown over my head in anger. But she was nothing like that. When Dad dragged the reluctant me to the so-called home that I was quite nervous to even see, I was expecting the worst of worst. I was not looking forward to a clean white-walled castle, that had high towers like Euthoria Fortress but adorned with flower veils. There were colors everywhere—blue, pink, Yellow, green…every other color I couldn’t even think of.

My eyes scanned the crowd, searching for him, but he was nowhere to be seen. Just as I was starting to feel anxious, Melissa appeared out of nowhere. “Well, well, well, if it isn't the sneaky outcast,” she taunted. “You really don’t know when to give up, do you?” I ignored her, my eyes elsewhere. “You’re pathetic, you know that?” she continued, stepping closer. “You think just because Elliot looks at you, you’re worth something? Newsflash, Ophelia—you’re not.” I bit my lip, refusing to let her see how much her words hurt. “Just leave me alone, Melissa.”

"Pilar." "Yeah?" I did not know what to say, so I just stood watching her back. She turned her head, just enough to look at me over her shoulder. "Don't die, Ophelia." She walked out. ~`~`~`~`~`~`|~`~`~`~`~`~`|~`~`~`~`~`~` The carriage was waiting at the gate. I had followed her down to see her off.

For 18+ readers. (MATURE CONTENT) #1st in darklove #4th in darkromance #1st in pure "Good girl." He praised her and continued to massage her dainty feet with gentle hands. "Will you pull such naughty pranks on your loving husband again?" She shook her head, eyes fluttering down in shyness. She won't dare because she hates it whenever he ignores her and gives her a silent treatment. "I won't, husband." "Good, now it's time for another punishment." ???! "W-What punishment, husband?" He didn't say anything and just pulled her down before pinning her on the desk, half of her body leaned on the flat surface and her bottom perked out, looking inevitable to his eyes.

Letting out a deep breath I didn't realize I was holding, I leaned my back on the door, my fists clenched and anger simmering in me. Abruptly, I stood, making my way to the sink, and I stared at my reflection. Just as suddenly, the door burst open, and I flinched, startled by the force of it. Turning sharply around, I was met with her brown eyes. Ophelia. Standing at the door post, in her ridiculously silver attire, spotting a fake smile on her lips. She took two steps further into the room and closed the door behind her. She didn't say a word. I didn't say a word. My eyes were on her..hate consuming me a her very existence.