Novel & Cerita Oh Ophelia

At first, all I could make out through the gathering gloom was that she was tall, and wore a long, white dress that trailed behind her. She wore a white veil over her face, and it made me realize with a shiver that her garment was a wedding dress. "I'm here, Arthur," Ophelia said as she drew back the veil that had obstructed her features. "I came to tell you goodbye." Her face was porcelain white, save for the blood-red lipstick she wore, which was smudged at the corners of her mouth. Ophelia's expression was cold and unreadable. Judging from her now slim silhouette, she also appeared to be no longer pregnant.

Agatha explains to me. Nonna Julia falls to the floor unable to stand up by herself, she is howling and pulling her hair like a deranged person. Agatha runs to her mother and holds her in her arms. I stumble to the nearest chair; my legs are shaking so hard I’m about to fall too. “Teresa! Teresa!” Agatha yells. A young maid comes in running. “Please, Teresa, bring me a glass of water for mamma and another one for Olivia.”

They wore simple kirtles of dull colors and aprons around their waists while the last woman was elegantly dressed in an exotic blue dress which had many layers. Lydia Roman didn't seem to have aged a day since the last time Mariana saw her. That was ten years ago. Lydia was tall and she had sharp features. Starting from her cheekbones to her jawline. Her eyes were bright green orbs that could pierce into somebody's soul who stared too much. Her dark hair was tied up in an updo befitting a queen. Mariana couldn't help but feel as if her aunt was overly dressed. Perhaps, she was attending a ball today.

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.”

Huge crystal chandeliers poured warm golden light over the room, and the long tables were piled with delicacies and strong liquor. I sat on the high throne, slowly swirling a glass of scarlet wine in my hand. I wore a dark red battle armor, my long hair tied up high, my face cold and devastatingly beautiful. Below the platform, Alphas and nobles from every pack lined up to offer me their highest respect. "The Wolf King of the West presents a pair of Millennial Herbs in celebration of Alpha Female Selene’s return." Just then, a commotion rose at the doors of the hall. "Let me in! I am Selene’s mate! Who dares to stop me?!"

was a woman. She was dressed in a high-necked red gown... her face covered by a black lace veil. She didn't have a champagne glass... and she wasn't looking at the diamonds. She was staring directly at Ophelia. Ophelia excused herself from a group of investors and walked toward the edge of the light. Her heart was pounding so hard she could feel it in her fingertips. As she reached the shadows... the woman turned to leave... dropping a small, rough stone on the marble floor.

”She lamented holding on to her tears. Jesss!!This is the reason why Ophelia is much more better than Ecca.Always considerate, remembering people at the expense of her own health.She wasn't greedy or selfish.Despite being in a critical condition.I know for sure that if it was Ecca she wouldn't have any iota of empathy for anyone.

" When Yvonne ignored her, Quinn felt humiliated. She raised her hand to slap Yvonne, but Yvonne caught her wrist in midair. She glared at Quinn. Quinn might have bossed her around before, but Yvonne wasn't standing for it now. "Someone asked me to come back." "Someone asked you?" Quinn sneered. "Who would care about a deaf woman like you? Besides, so what if you're back? Marcus will be marrying Rachel soon!" Yvonne glanced at Rachel, who stood silent but visibly tense. "Well then, I should congratulate you. Thanks for picking up my trash, Ms. Sinclair."

With powder and Jewelry, I bounced off a different person. "This scares me." Maeve whispered to my ears. She must've seen my stricken face. "I'd love to be cremated in this dress. I know I will never survive this one." I sighed as the smiles left my face. "It's our fate as Omegas," Maeve murmured.

"The last lucky lady is..." My heart skipped a bit. "I wish it's me!" "Please, my name! My name!" "Lady Ophelia!" The moment I heard my name, I tasted blood. "Can you believe it? It's you, Ophelia! It's you!" Thiara shook my arm, while I was just standing there, shocked and immobile. When I came back to my senses, I looked straight in front and bravely met Demitri's dark blazing eyes.