Ophelia After All 소설 & 이야기

She treated the girl's wounds first, then made sure to give her water. “Drink, it will give you more strength,” Ophelia said with a smile, but beneath that smile was pure evil. She had poisoned the water, and Khloé had finally fallen into her wicked trap. 'Another one wasted' Ophelia cackled inwardly.

No one is looking at them because everyone's attention is on the stage. "But is that really a human's voice? It's not real, how can it be so tiny and sweet?" Floyd said, looking at Lotus who's still singing on stage. "I know right? It's too unreal, I want to faint too" Lilac replied and they both started listening to Lotus's voice without bothering to do something about Ophelia. Floyd's hand that's on the table mistakenly hit a cup of juice and it fell directly on Ophelia's face, the juice poured on her and that woke her up.

Ophelia lifted her head to see what was the matter and her eyes widened in fear and shock. In place of his beautiful brown eyes, there was the rich shade of golden she had seen that day. The beast’s canines were borne at her and she winched when his claws dug into her flesh. Ophelia tried to move but the beast had her immobile. Her breathing quickened and a gasp came out of her. A wave of low growls ripped his chest and his lips pulled back when his eyes fell on the mark on her neck. He neared his face towards her neck and a mewl left her mouth.

Saw them. Froze. Then stood. Slowly. Like she wasn’t sure whether to run or stay. Ophelia’s door was open before the van stopped. She stepped out. Barefoot on cold gravel. Walked forward. Sloane didn’t move. Just watched. Eyes wide. Tears fresh. Ophelia stopped five feet away. Voice soft. Broken. “Sloane.” The name hung between them. Heavy. Hopeful. Sloane’s lips trembled.

Ophelia looked back at the apartment simulation one final time. At herself. At Alessandre. At the thin line between destruction and connection. Then the screen faded to black. The room dimmed with it. No applause. No approval. Just silence. The woman studied her carefully. And for the first time since Ophelia arrived— There was uncertainty in her eyes. Not about the process. About Ophelia herself. Good. Ophelia rose slowly from the chair. The room suddenly felt smaller now. Or maybe she had changed shape inside it.

The reason is that what you will face this time is worse than whatever you faced before, so you need to be ready. When the True Luna walks the earth, existence will be in turmoil .” Ophelia was now floating next to Scarlet as she spoke, and a wave of memories crashed in on her. Before long, Ophelia’s bones were making cracking noises. It was happening. She was finally shifting for real this time.

Ophelia rolled her eyes and kept walking, but the whispers clung to her like perfume. Lilith caught up beside her. “You know, I could actually see that happening.” “Nothing happened.” Lilith arched a brow. “You’re lying. Your pupils dilated when you said that.” Ophelia groaned. “You’re impossible.” “And Carl is delicious. So technically, you're just human.” Before she could respond, Carl walked past them. He didn’t speak. Didn’t smirk. But he brushed Ophelia’s fingers with his. The contact was brief. Barely there.

But this is something new, and she is loving, After that, they all separated, as Ophelia’s house is in the downside of the city Mirthil, she went alone, Both Ellon and Mona Have their houses on the upper side of Mirthil, so they both went together. After bidding goodbye, Ophelia turned around and walked away without looking back, At this time, Ellon’s face, which always has the ignorant, lazy look turned severe, Mona, who is beside him, also can sense that Ellon’s mood changed, She can only here, “What secret does she have?”

Laura undid the damage with her healing powers. Ophelia couldn’t prickle to hear their conversation longer. Dustin stood before them unmoving, watching them with a cold lifeless expression, a smirk touched the corners of his mouth. It was the most upsetting thing Ophelia had ever seen in her life. It reminded her of clowns – the ones you run from.

“We’re not ready.” “We may never be. But we are willing. That counts for something.” She stood beside me now, a silent presence, her scent tinged with copper and salt blood and steel. “Ophelia’s visions are changing.” “I know.” I finally turned. “She wakes trembling. Doesn’t speak for hours. But I see it in her eyes. The Spiral is... evolving.” Elira nodded, brows knit. “And if it evolves beyond her?” “I don’t want to consider that.”