Ophelia Beckett Novels & Stories

“Not really.” It wasn’t about Liam. Or the professor. Or the faceless men in the darker fantasies. It was about her. Ophelia. Control. Surrender. Power. Shame. All tangled together so tightly they became the same thing. Chloe exhaled softly, her lips pressing together. “She wasn’t just imagining things happening to her… she was studying herself,” she continued. “Testing the edges of what she could feel. What she could want.” That was the part that stayed with her.

She asked her parents. "She is in her room." Hilda answered without making eye contact. "I'll go and meet her." Rebecca said and told her feet. She had walked a few metres away from them when her attention was called. "What's her name, Becky?" Her mother asked curiously. "Catherine, Ma'am!" Zita answered before her mistress could. Rebecca glanced at her mother and nodded to confirm. Hilda smiled at Catherine. She walked away and stood at a door in the corridor. She exhaled calmly and turned the handle. She peeped in and saw Crystal. Crystal was getting dressed.

"Speak! Who did you give it to?" The Skeletal Demon trembled under Ophelia's cold gaze, too terrified to lie. He stammered, "K-Kevin Beasley."

Liesel's smile reached her eyes after she heard Elijah's decisive response. Something warm filled his empty heart as Elijah gazed at her bright smile. His restlessness and irritability settled instantly. The vague pain and inconsolable fear he felt had been mollified. He pulled Liesel into a tight embrace as if trying to make her part of himself. … After Matthew and Edward left the dinner party, Ophelia felt too humiliated to stay any longer. She had grown up in a world where everything was either right or wrong. She always believed that her father and brother were the paragons of goodness. They embodied everything that was right. She saw them as her role models. How could they possibly be t

What we had experienced in his hands before now was going to be so little compared to what he was going to do by the time he sent out his army. “Ophelia has been put in the deepest part of the dungeon and I fear there's really no way she would get out. There are a lot of people who want her dead and at this point, based on what she has done, she’s never going to get out… This is going to be a straight judgment.”

“No. NO. You’re dead.” Elise didn’t speak. Didn’t blink. Just stood there, dripping sea-water, looking at Becky the way the ocean looks at a sinking ship. Becky shook her head violently. “You’re not real. You’re not real. You’re a nightmare—” Elise took a step forward. Just one. But the hall trembled. The moonlight flickered. The walls seemed to bend inward, echoing like the hull of a drowning vessel. Becky gasped for breath, clawing at her own throat.

Ophelia stepped on stage, a little shaken by the conversation she'd had with Mr. Hades. The soft light on the Mines glowed just a bit. He stayed. He sat in his spot, but he seemed more invested in his business talks than usual. She grabbed the mic, her dress brushing along the stage. Ophelia sat in the chair, breathing in. • • • "Take me to the rooftop," His eyes snapped to hers. "I wanna see the world when I stop breathing, turning blue

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.

When she was done, I had taken two steps back, my eyes closely monitoring her for any more outbursts. A few moments passed without any more from her. Ophelia hid my books in silence, but when she turned towards me once more, my heart tore in two, and I was ready to discard this plan altogether. Her eyes had become glossy, and her slightly parted lips told me that she could start crying at any given moment. “You know what, you’re right. You should have fun and experiment while you can because I am sure that the moment I’m out of this house, mother and father would have you married to a withered lord next.”

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.