Oh Ophelia Novels & Stories

"Hello, Ms. Ford. I'm Jacob's lover." Ophelia's expression twisted in surprise. She whipped her head around to stare at Jacob. "Have you gone insane, Jacob?"

Ophelia threatened. Daphne was sobbing hard. "Ophelia let her go." I couldn't watch this anymore. Ophelia smiled at me. "Fine," her grip loosened but then she looked at me, wickedness glinting in her eyes as her lips stretched into a broader, more deranged kind of smile, "on second thought I don't remember taking orders from you." Before I could process what was happening there was a sickening crack and thud. Ophelia broke Daphne's neck and threw her to the ground like she was nothing.

There were 31 of us with Mark included and we were only 17 at the time. "Sebastian has achieved the highest set of results during his training and is first in his class. He has also excelled in swimming and archery and is talented in visual art. We are proud to have such an intelligent male going to Earth. Now, remember ladies and gentlemen the human has been chosen randomly and each student only receives one chance at learning everything there is to know about their human. If their human had to die or go missing students are to return to Dolhq immediately and will destroy their only chance at being able to visit Earth. Students are ordered not to harm or hurt their human in any way and will

I rounded the couch until I stood before her. Ophelia held a book in her hand and the reading eyeglasses she wore were about to slip to the floor. She still used the same glasses even after all these years. Catching the glasses before they fell to the floor, I took the book from her hands too and read the name. ‘The art of being an actor.’ A small smile tugged at my lips. It quickly disappeared when she stirred in her sleep and unconsciously pushed the grey blanket off her thighs. My eyes followed the movement to her fully exposed thighs.

The stench of blood and forest decay filled the room, making my stomach churn. My breath caught in my throat. My hands shook violently. The moment my gaze fell on her face, recognition hit me like a hammer. The delicate features, the faint smudge of soot from the kitchen fires, the small braid she always wore over her shoulder… It was Ophelia. My vision blurred, a mix of tears and lightheadedness. “What did you do to her?” I couldn't recognise my voice as I fell beside the corpse, desperate to believe this is all some sick, twisted nightmare.

I said staring at their brightened eyes. “ Your wish is our Oath, your majesty” They all chorused at the same time. Whoever this is, should watch out. Just because The king is on the battlefield doesn't mean his Queen is unprotected. And when I finally lay my hands on this lady in black, I won't have mercy.

Shayla As I pulled up to the house Michael had described, I was surprised to see a small girl kneeling on the roof of a wrap-around porch, nailing down some shingles without batting an eyelash as four massive men were attaching railings to the steps or three-foot-tall walls to the porch posts. I climbed out of my car and asked the girl, “Are you Sophia O’Shea?” The girl didn’t stop or look down at me as she replied, “That’s me.”

Delilah (Aviva) shook her trying to get the word out of her. “Emm what’s going on?!.” Delilah (Aviva) turned around to meet Lucifer’s curious eyes.

They always wanted to win Olivia's crown as a woman, if Olivia didn't give them the amount of money she wanted. "Don't ..., not now," softly Olivia who kept running accompanied by tears that wafted freely in the strong wind. "Oh my God ..., let Olivia be happy for just a little while. Olivia doesn't want to fall prey to the hunger of those three perverted thugs! Help Olivia, God!" asked Olivia during the running steps ***

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