The Reason Why Ophelia Novel Novelas e Histórias

Ophelia walked inside the university under an influence of nostalgia, an year ago walking into this university felt like she was a different person all together. It wasn’t that she had changed much but the fact that circumstances had changed majorly. Six months ago walking here she had only one motive, to graduate peacefully without any drama and with her head down, today it wasn’t like she was the most famous kid here but atleast she had friends.

“Why? How can he now surrender when he didn’t do that when he murdered ten people? Is he acting that if he pleaded, maybe he will get sentenced lightly, hmph if that is the case, then I will kill him and then will go and plead with the judge” Her eyes almost bore the hole in that accused body, but still, he stood there as nothing happened. This made Ophelia’s eyes deep. Mona and Alison are both not deep thinkers; it’s not that they can’t see things, but they aren’t neat and orderly as Ophelia, who can understand every single and small movement with sharp eyes and mind than those both. For this ability, Mr. Reed thought because Ophelia was raised in an orphanage so without the support and pro

She's a narcissist. "Of course not, mother. Why would I cry because of such a silly thing, in which I'll have anyway?" I asked, smiling at her. Ophelia Maine was just a child that yearned for affection and attention due to her parent's neglect. The very moment she became the queen of the stage, all her dreams came through like a fairy tale. So I guess, it's pretty normal why she became like that.

Now, the house stood quiet and untouched, almost forgotten by time. But Ophelia hadn’t forgotten. She knew those books were waiting for her. And it was time to go back. The next morning, Ophelia dressed simply, tying her hair back and slipping on a pair of flats. She didn’t want to be seen, especially not by anyone in the Gray family. Her goal was simple: get in, retrieve her grandmother’s books from Rosehill Cottage, and disappear unnoticed. She walked quietly through the side path lined with hedges, her heart thudding as she approached the familiar white-and-blue cottage nestled beside the Gray mansion. But before she could reach the gate, a loud, cheerful voice called out behind her.

she said. "I planned nothing of sorts" "Really? Remember when you told me you were reading the books I recommended and using the strategies in the book I gave to you, you are clearly doing this on purpose" "Ophelia I was not doing any of this on purpose, I was just being a nice gentleman and you coming out to tell me that you like me all of sudden now is strange news to me and I do not know how to process it" "I know it stupid that I am saying I like you to a guy who does not believe in any of these kinds of things but the truth is that I am dying inside. Do you want to know the real reason I was at your office this morning?"

Philips said in a hard tone that made the girls leave the room right away. "I appreciate your interest in my matters, Lord Knight. But Ophelia is just merely a servant. Sometimes people from the lower-class blabber about nonsense because they want to be favored. Ophelia did a mistake in my household that's why I fired her. She must have held a grudge on me."

Pushing the dark thoughts far from my mind, I crossed the beach and headed to Lucille’s. It took me longer than I cared to admit to find Ophelia’s bedroom. The villa was large, yes, but it was Ophelia’s distinct lack of scent that threw me off. The longer I was forced to endure the sharp chemical tang of the blocker, the more I began to wonder why she used it. Admittedly, when I first entered Ophelia’s bedroom, I wasn’t sure what to think. There had been moments where I’d catch her laughing with Nova, a smile lighting up her face, and I’d see the pure joy that swam beneath her calm, demure facade.

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.”

Ophelia I opened my eyes, it was sunrise. I was standing in a beautiful field of lavender. I looked down and saw that I was wearing a long white dress. There were no bruises, I felt no pain, and the blood that once covered my body was gone. I closed my eyes and dropped my arms to my side and walked through the field allowing my fingers to gently graze the flowers. I opened my eyes and saw that there was a woman standing in front of me. She was wearing a long white gown as well. Her back was facing me, and I had no idea who she was until she turned around to face me.

I snapped. Ophelia watched me, amused, and leaned forward, grabbing my arm softly. "I didn't mean to make you worry. You have been gone for a very long time and I just wanted to step out for some air." She explained, her eyes boring into mine. "And I think I understand why you are so smitten with the humans." She giggled. "I almost didn't want to come back home." She grinned, taking a step backwards and she twirled. It wasn't until then I checked out was she was wearing. A lavender floor-length dress that brought out the depth of her eyes.