Fe Ophelia Novels & Stories

They found Ophelia even before you did," she revealed. I clenched my fist. "However, I will help you ruin the Alpha's mermaid." I nodded in satisfaction and my eyes sparkled in excitement. "Ophelia changed so much, isn't she supposed to be an old woman?" I asked before I could stop myself. Tabitha sighed. "She isn't supposed to be an old woman. She is supposed to be dead right now, but she was reborn." "Reborn? Is that even possible?" I asked.

Ophelia's feet were propped up on cushioned stools and two maids knelt at both sides, one massaging softly, lathering her foot with essential oils and sweet smelling creams, the other, filing her nails. Ophelia reached out with her free hand and plucked a piece of fruit from the maid kneeling beside her and holding up a bowl filled with fruits. At a corner was another maid, stood far off with a jug of what could either be wine or orange juice and a glass cup in her hands. Talk about pampered. I swallowed a deep breath and continued on my way, making up my mind to just walk past and pretend like I didn't see her. Hopefully she would do the same.

Liesel's smile reached her eyes after she heard Elijah's decisive response. Something warm filled his empty heart as Elijah gazed at her bright smile. His restlessness and irritability settled instantly. The vague pain and inconsolable fear he felt had been mollified. He pulled Liesel into a tight embrace as if trying to make her part of himself. … After Matthew and Edward left the dinner party, Ophelia felt too humiliated to stay any longer. She had grown up in a world where everything was either right or wrong. She always believed that her father and brother were the paragons of goodness. They embodied everything that was right. She saw them as her role models. How could they possibly be t

She squealed closing her eyes, her body arching for more friction with my fingers. I continued stroking that area, bringing my fingers to the entrance of it and shuddering in the process when I felt more moisture gathering there. I wanted to remove her panties and see with my own eyes what my fingers were doing, but at the same time I wanted to continue seeing that expression of pleasure on her face. Suddenly, Olivia's body tensed, and with her head thrown back and her nails digging into my wrist, she let out a long gasp before starting to shudder with each pass of my fingers over her clit.

I held back a snort at her statement, reminding myself that it was no good starting a fight with anyone now—especially not an Elder that had knowledge on magic. With a sigh, I watched as she drummed her fingers against each other, her friendly smile twitching from breaking into one that natcged her eyes, “Eric may have summoned you for his selfish reasons, but the Moon has her own plans, Ophelia.” That made me freeze in my tracks. I finally looked at her, eyes narrowing with curiosity. “What did you just say?”

I whispered, my voice hoarse from shouting. “No, I can't leave you!” he replied fiercely. “I’m not going anywhere without you” “Listen to me!” I said, as we backed each other. "I can survive on my own, Mia won't let me die, just go” I instructed" Reluctantly, Michael nodded. “Stay safe, Olivia,” he said, before turning and disappearing into the woods.” Just then, I felt a sharp thrust on my side. a sharp scream escaped my mouth, I gasped, stumbling as blood soaked my clothes. Everything became blurry, and I fell to my knees. Strong hands grabbed me roughly, pulling me to my feet. I was captured.

Cole I look up when I hear the door open, and in walks Ophelia. It amazes me how the girl can light up a room even when she isn't trying. She's dressed the way she would any day of the week at school, but she looks absolutely beautiful. She looks our way and smiles, heading toward us. Then for some reason, she looks around the place, and her smile drops. I follow the direction she is looking, and there sits her sister.

Even now, it still sounded strange coming from his lips. There was a moment of silence during which I tried my hardest to decipher the look on Ophelia’s face. Anger? Sadness? Frustration? Any of those would be viable and warranted. However, as soon as she broke the silence, it became clear that she felt none of those. Instead, she let out a loud, hearty laugh. It continued to the point where she had tears filling her eyes and she began gasping for breath. Admittedly, I too wanted to laugh and I’m sure I would have if my own dire situation was not the object of Ophelia’s amusement.

I’d kill her first before I let her see him like that. “You will let me see him now.” Ophelia retorted, meeting my gaze unflinchingly. “Or else the fever I can feel affecting him at this moment will turn him into a delirious idiot and he will be of no use to you.” Her grey eye seemed even duller than usual, as grim as the sky on a rainy day. “Now will you lead the way or not?” My jaw flexed. Ophelia was never wrong. Turning away, I strode out of the living room. “Follow me.”