Ophelia After All นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Caleb screamed raw agony, dropping beside her and cradling her head gentle, tears mixing with blood on his face. Ophelia's voice faded weak. "You'll suffer... tormented by my spectral hand... an eternal curse. I'll haunt every lifetime, reincarnated to plague you. I'll be your doom, my hand reaching across ages. We'll fall in love each time, only to kill one another. There will be no happy ending for us in all our lifetimes."

Ex-husband. I had sent him the divorce papers, and he had signed them without hesitation. I stopped being Ophelia Gray a week ago, and my sister would be today. She had the audacity to send me the invitation, as if mocking my misery once more. She was relishing my pain, just like my father.

I hope to squeeze all their problems away with a hug. “We have arrived. I think this is the far you can go. If we go further, the fairies might attack you.” But we are not sure if you are safe yet. "What if that maniac followed us? That man doesn’t mind killing you, even if it means halving his own powers?” Ophelia reassured Aloe. “Besides, Visa is our friend now,” a cute voice rings, the fairies have arrived home safely. They flew to hug me, “We are so happy you are safe; we were so worried.”

the maid whispered hastily, lowering her head further as a sign of apology. Ophelia released a brief sigh, her irritation gradually disappearing from her face as she redirected her focus to the window. For a brief moment, she gazed at the garden, clearly lost in her thoughts. "Make sure to closely monitor her," she eventually stated. Inform me if she engages in any more... peculiar activities. The maid nodded, moving backward towards the door. "Yes, madam." After the maid exited and shut the door, Ophelia rose from her seat, her lips forming a wicked grin.

The audience, on the other hand, looked quite pleased with the outcome, none of them even making a noise of protests to stop the show from becoming more entertaining. “What is the meaning of this?” Dorian was in front of Sedona in the blink of an eye. His eyes flashed red as he began to probe into her mind. Sedona didn’t look up. She focussed on the ground, on Dorian’s brown loafers. “Due to Ophelia, I had to be banished, and I had to stay away from my family.” The alpha king tried his best to not grab the woman by her hair and slam it against the nearest surface, and bash it until her skull was nothing but a mangled pulp of blood and bones. But he was so close to doing exactly that.

The enchantment brought back Ophelia's health and body, she uncovers the blanket and unawarely glances at us. "What's going on?" "You just died," Lanasia answers but that furthers Ophelia's confusion—thinking that we are in the afterlife. They proceed to explain while the captain attends to Hedwelch next. She whispers into his ears and then Hedwelch's pale lips and skin turn lively again before he opens his beautiful eyes. Immediately, he looks around for us and approaches. "Hed—" "Dad!"

The branch broke under my grasp, and everything turned frigid. Ophelia joined me and touched the same tree, bringing it back to life. We stared at one another, our eyes locked and I could see what she was. Pure, beautiful, warm and loving. In her eyes, I knew she thought I was cold, repressed, awkward, and hurtful and she didn't want me anymore. "I have to leave, Arthur," she said and with that I watched her run away to the precipice. Only this time instead of falling she spawned the wings of a bird and freely sailed away.

Kim voiced lowly. “No one is dragging us back!” the brunette woman behind me yelled, flashing the torchlight behind her at their faces. Her cheeks burned with venom. She was a fierce player. “Hey, relax?” the dude, Rick? chipped in. “Tell that to your friend.” She jabbed the light in Ophelia’s face. Ophelia froze with a scoff. “Gosh! I hate weak people!” she eyed her. We got to the main boulder with a tiny slit-like opening. At the mouth of it was a curtain of water pouring down in a massive fall.

“You think you’ve freed yourself, Erica… but you’ll never escape what you are. You’ll always be tainted… by me.” Erica felt a pang of sadness, not for Ophelia, but for everything lost—the years of torment, the lives damaged, the shattered bonds that had once meant family. “I’ll spend my life proving you wrong.” Ophelia’s breaths became shallow, her eyes dimming as the final moments slipped away. The woman who had haunted them both for so long, who had wreaked so much havoc, was gone. Her eyes finally glazed over, her body still, leaving only an eerie silence behind.

Milana expressed patting Ophelia on the back calmly and crying alongside her. When they are finally calm, they stand up and have a fresh bath, change their clothes, and leave for the Mausoleum where their father is buried. They pay their respects to him and apologize for all their past mistakes dropping their flowers; they leave the Mausoleum happily with their grievances alleviated. They got back home, had their dinner, and proceeded to their respective rooms. Ophelia entered her room and locked the door behind her. She slowly grabbed the clothes she was wearing before from the closet and brought out two strands of hair from the pocket.