Ophelia Beckett Novels & Stories

Connor said, and that's what we did. We went down a slope and found a deep, dark dirt hole that five people could easily fit into, then Inna threw Ophelia in the middle, and she fell into the middle of a puddle that smelled terrible. “Summon the shadows, Nadine, please,” Connor requested, and I went down to where Ophelia was and removed her ice gag. She looked at me in surprise. “What do you want?” asked Ophelia curiously. “I want you to be punished for your actions,” I said matter-of-factly and unleashed my shadows on her.

"So now you think my words are harsh? Then, why didn't you think your actions were shameful? Get out of my house right now! Leave our family! I don't want to see you here ever again. Get out!" Ophelia's voice rose with each word, her anger spiraling out of control. Beatrice stood her ground, showing no intention of leaving. Seeing this, Ophelia grabbed the nearest object and hurled it straight at her. Beatrice didn't even try to dodge. Instead, she closed her eyes, bracing for the impact. But the pain she anticipated never came. When she slowly opened her eyes, she found Hendrix standing in front of her.

They found Ophelia even before you did," she revealed. I clenched my fist. "However, I will help you ruin the Alpha's mermaid." I nodded in satisfaction and my eyes sparkled in excitement. "Ophelia changed so much, isn't she supposed to be an old woman?" I asked before I could stop myself. Tabitha sighed. "She isn't supposed to be an old woman. She is supposed to be dead right now, but she was reborn." "Reborn? Is that even possible?" I asked.

Their faces, visible in the soft glow of the interior lights, registered a mixture of horror and morbid fascination. Elara let out a slow, low whistle, a wicked gleam in her eye. “Damn, Hannah,” she whispered, nudging her trembling friend. “Never thought our noble Ophelia could be this savage. Who knew she had it in her?” Hannah, her face pale and trembling, finally broke from her paralyzed state. Taking a hesitant step forward, her voice was choked with distress. “Ophelia, stop! You’re hurting her—you’re really hurting her badly!”

Just leveled Ophelia with a look that could melt steel. "Get. Out."

All I could do was watch, as I stood frozen like a statue. As they pulled apart, Ophelia let out a breath of relief, and her hands gently cupped Jenna's face. “Let's run and never come back here,” she suggested, her voice barely above a whisper. Still, I could hear her clearly. “Ophelia!” Jenna exclaimed and locked her lips once again on Ophelia's. “Ophelia?” I echoed , trying to recall where I'd heard that name other than here. If this truly was the mediaeval age, these girls could be executed for this abominable sin.

Ophelia cursed, frustrated to near madness that she felt all this but still had to hold off on hurting the woman at the moment. “You must be delusional if you think I will record any conversation. You must be out of your damn mind if you think I will continue tolerating your blackmail.” She moved closer to her now, “I don’t know what you are up to. But it all ends today. When the sun rises tomorrow, Ariel Sullivan will not be one of earth’s inhabitants.” “How poetic.” Ariel grinned up at her, moving her shoulders in a shivering motion like she was tickled at the thought.

Beckett felt the desolation wash over him in waves, the past repeating itself. Beckett had barely hit adulthood the first time he had sparked for another. She had been perfect for him in every way. A beautiful water sprite, as steady as the tide and as wild as a stormy sea. He was smitten from the first meeting, his spark helping him forge onward. But, she had sparked for another, one of the merfolk of the deep sea.

Damon’s POV: I watched the color drain from Ophelia’s face in a second. The face which had looked so relaxed, confident, and elated a few moments ago while standing on that illuminated stage looked ashen now. Her hazel eyes were wide, fixed on the older man in front of her with a look of pure terror. It was a look I understood immediately. My jaw clenched.

God, pretending to care was eating away at my insides. Ophelia flipped her hair, smiling with a new gleam in her eyes, “Oh my god,” she sat up straighter, holding her hand out. “So amazing. We had these adorable faux huts that were out in the middle of the water, so when you walked onto the balcony, it was literally in the ocean,” she waggled her brows, “The view was extra nice when I was bent over the railing.” Was it nice when my husband was jerking his pathetic dick to the sound of another man eating me out while you sat inside wondering what was taking so long?