Ophelia After All Novels & Stories

Another woman would have recognized her husband, but she didn't. Elodie was smart and observant enough to know he wasn't Finlay. But she, she couldn't. There was a raging headache slamming inside of Ophelia's head and making her feel faint that she had to stop walking and place her hands on the wall, to keep from falling. She felt slippery like a jellyfish after knowing the horrors of this stranger whom she had loved with her all. The dungeon was cold and dark. Guards were side-stepping her with wooden sticks of fire.

I nodded, my hands trembling slightly as he reached for the lid. As soon as he lifted the lid, a putrid stench hit us, forcing both of us to recoil. My heart pounded as I looked inside, and there, nestled in the velvet lining, was the severed head of Ophelia. Her eyes were closed, a grotesque parody of peacefulness. Dimitri took a step back, his face contorted with shock and revulsion. For a moment, the world seemed to tilt, and I felt myself being pulled into a vortex of memories that had been stripped away by Ophelia's magic.

Maria, felt it but she seamlessly adjusted her movements, adapting to Li-lah's grip without missing a beat. The audience, absorbed in the hypnotic dance, remained unaware of the underlying turmoil. Maria and Li-lah continued to float across the stage, their steps harmonious despite the internal struggle. Their connection, both in their dance and in their shared history, shone through, reminding everyone of the power of forgiveness and growth. As the final notes of the music faded away, the hall erupted into thunderous applause once more, applauding the breathtaking performance

I couldn't believe this is what I looked like. I lowered myself down into the tub, the hot water felt so good. I leaned back, closed my eyes, and soaked. *** Damian Ophelia was finally home, but I was more nervous than ever before. Jax and Ben's search had not come up with anything yet. The rat was still out there which meant Ophelia was still in danger. After I left Ophelia's room, I walked back to the bunkhouse. When I walked in, Jax saw me and called me into his office.

“My love I know Ophelia doesn’t mean anything by it. I would never do anything to hurt you. I just didn’t want her to go wandering and wake you up.” I looked back at Ophelia, "If you don't mind me asking, who is your mate?" She giggled, "It would be way funnier to show you." She opened the kitchen window, took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and started singing. It was beautiful, the notes she was hitting seemed impossible. I could understand now all the stories about Sirens and how they lead sailors to their deaths. Hearing something so beautiful would make me want to investigate it. It didn't seem to have an affect Rainn or me. Just then, we heard a crashing sound through the back of the h

I will not let that happen, not when I am still alive" Ophelia shrilled her next plan out loud, a burning killer intent flashing in her eyes. ****** Later that night, Ophelia had put all her broken piece of glass and other materials aside. She took a shower to hopefully wash off the pain. Few minutes after her long bath, she walked into dressing room and picked up a transparent linen night gown that covered nothing but the hairs on her skin. Her round petite nipples pointed out, threatening to rip that part of the tight night gown open. Without the straining of the eyes, one could easily see every part of her body. She squirted her pleasant aromatic perfume before glaring at her figure in th

“Sorry to interrupt you, but I’ve already lost everything. And as far as I'm concerned, fulfilling whatever this is means suicide, or ending up as a bargain used for power. I don't need anymore drama in my life….I just want to be…normal again.” She didn't say anything else. Instead, she watched me again for another minute, causing me to squirm and place my attention on the staff that laid not far from my reach—the purple crystals embedded into the stony surface of the head glistening with a wicked glee, reminding me of just how powerful this woman was. “No,” she suddenly whispered, bringing my attention back to her. “You’ve only just started, Ophelia.” Suddenly, goosebumps rose over my skin,

“Aiden made you a bit harsh!.” “I trusted and loved and cared about him!, but what did I get? Huh! I got to see dead people I got to see creatures I prayed were just my imagination!!, I saw them and I became their number one prey! I don’t want to be around you or anything like you!!.” Alora yelled, before storming out of the restaurant. Alora ran across the road and Zemia followed. “Alora! Sweetheart?!.” Zemia called as he walked towards her.

Ophelia's POV The crowd erupted into applause, but the sound barely reached me. I stood frozen at the edge of the rooftop garden, staring at the impossible scene before my eyes. My wolf whimpered inside me, refusing to believe what we had just witnessed. Morris was still holding Morgana, his hand resting against her cheek with a tenderness that made my stomach twist. The kiss had ended, but the wedding had not. Champagne glasses rose into the air as laughter drifted across the rooftop. Everyone was celebrating while my entire world crumbled around me.

Two hours to the wedding of the decade, the door to Ophelia's room opened, and her aunt and uncle barged in, panting for breath. "She has disappeared! Lyra has chosen to shame us all in front of the entire nation. Oh, this will result in a pack war, and we will all be slaughtered by that vicious Alpha, oh..." The older woman fell to the cold floors dramatically, and Ophelia took a step back, her heart pounding as she hid the knife in her hand.