Hamlet Novels & Stories

Max’s fate had been written in stone the moment he fell for someone as fickle as Ophelia. How ironic. Ophelia in Hamlet ended up going mad and drowning. Even her name was a harbinger of bad luck. And she was exactly that for me. My bad luck. My downfall. My nemesis. The night everything imploded flashed by. The night she turned eighteen. The night she first shifted. The same night she almost killed my step-mother.