Fe Ophelia Novels & Stories

The Delta laughed as she ran up the grand stairs, her dress soaked with her tears. However, the moment Ophelia was safely in the privacy of her rooms, she moved towards the bathroom and pulled out the button she had stolen from his suit. Right now, the one she had used to replace it was a tiny bomb. With her eyes focused on the mirror, she reached for her burner phone and typed a message, 'High Target 10's shirt. Detonate the bomb.' Exactly five minutes later, she received a message, 'Done. Target wiped out.' Ophelia Storm could barely believe her eyes, and had to zoom in severally.

"I know its hard for you and i hope I'm not asking for too much, but please address Dahlia as 'our daughter'. It makes me feel better. Plus i know you can get Dahlia whatever she wants, but please Tori, let me make up for the lost years. I'm not planning on blinding her with gifts. I just want her to have a great time." She rolled her eyes. "Whatever. And please, remember she's allergic to olives. Her favorite flavor is icecream. And she's not supposed to have much cause she might catch a cold. No excess chocolate, always wipe her body when she gets sweaty and please correct her whenever she says a word wrongly." I nodded. I already knew all of that. She told me at the hospital. "And please

The woman assured before cupping her daughter's cheeks and pecking her forehead softly. The mother faces Isabella with a sad look. "Mama loves you, my piccolo fiore." She whispers, both of them closing their eyes as their faces become drenched with tears. [Translation: my little flower] After what seemed like eternity, the woman had finally gained the courage to separate herself from her child. She stood up, making sure to close the closet doors in hopes of hiding her daughter's location. Isabella was able to peek through the small crack of her closet. Her eyes following her mother's figure with a longing glance as her hands cover her mouth, trying to silence her own sobs. Stifling her cries

I trust everything will be fine. "I will talk with Mr. Christian. You should have a rest now and don't worry about it." I said as I turned my head to the door, when I heard footsteps clicking outside and before I could make a step away from the dining table, the door swung open, making me slightly jolting in fear. Ophelia walked inside, with two grocery bags on either side of her hands. On her right was a blue bag, with the fresh leaves of celery and spring onions sprouting off from the bag.

*Ophelia* I’m stunned into silence. I’ve only seen her online and in gossip columns, but she’s undeniably picturesque in her long blue dress. Her long, blonde hair perfectly falls in waves down her back, and her pink nails match with her pale pink eyeshadow. The only contrast is the gold necklace wrapped around her neck. It’s a large C in what looks like real gold, and as she walks towards us, her gold heels peek out of her dress.

Uneasiness swept her up. She received a sudden invitation to Avelia Hot Spring that night. So, she changed her plan at the last minute. Wayne stared right into her eyes. "A makeover can change your appearance, and a voice changeover can hide your true voice, but not DNA and fingerprints. Don't you think so, Ms. Fordham?" His gaze could penetrate through her soul. Despite Olivia's impressive acting, Ophelia was dead. She couldn't find the second scapegoat for this. That was why he was tenacious in making her stay.