The Reason Why Ophelia Novel Novels & Stories

My manicured nails were on the verge of breaking from the vigor of digging them into the iron. “Please Brandon…help!” I cried, hot tears burning down my cheek. For a moment the realization and panic flashed raw and wide in his eyes and I thought maybe, just maybe he’d finally realize what madness this was and grab my hand to pull me up, not until Edna walked, her eyes glinting with pure evil. “Step back, baby” she placed a palm over Brandon’s shoulders and shoved him back lightly. The coward of a man took a surrendering step back. “I’m sorry Ophelia, it wouldn't have gotten to this if you didn't start a fight.”

Ophelia's POV Two days. Two endless days of stumbling through these cursed mountains, searching for someone who didn’t want to be found. The guards had given me a clear warning to leave, but I wasn't going anywhere until I had the antidote. My legs burned with every step, and my throat was so dry it felt like sandpaper. “This is pointless,” I whispered to myself, my voice raspy. “Maybe they were right. Maybe I shouldn’t have come.” The mist in the air felt thicker now, wrapping around me like a cloak. The cold bit at my skin, and for the first time, I let the thought sink in—I might not make it.

Ophelia As I followed my GPS toward the store, I notice just how small this town was. Most of the stores are located in the town square. It looks almost like something out of a fairytale. I laugh a little at myself for thinking that. I have always been an avid reader, and sometimes I think it is to my detriment. I try to stay in reality because my life is certainly not a fairytale. It is without a doubt as boring and unhopeful as you can get in some opinions.

She fell to the ground and almost coughed out her lungs. "We are done with the deal. I have my rouges watching you, Ophelia, if you go out there saying nonsense, I promise you one thing. I might not be a man who fulfills promises that much but darling, this particular promise, I must fulfill it and that is to kill you so watch what you say and how you behave. Fool!" The man laughed evilly and left her on the ground. Ophelia burst into tears and cried out loud. She was done…she was finished and useless. Why would life treat her this way? Why…why?!

Ophelia's POV Sitting down in the lavishly furnished living room of Dominic Blackwood's home I couldn't help but recall my conversation with him at the hospital two days ago. "Let’s discuss our CONTRACT marriage, shall we?" He had said. "Contract marriage?" I asked, my brows furrowed in confusion. "You see, Miss–" "Ophelia, my name is Ophelia," I corrected. "Aren't you supposed to be in a coma?" I asked, even though I know I sound stupid right now. He was standing in front of me, that's all the answers I should need.

It looked different at night, the water a moving ribbon of silver under a moon just past full, the air colder, sharper, close enough to the falls that I could feel the mist on my face before we'd even reached the pool's edge. He spread a cloak over the same rock and sat, and after a moment, I sat beside him, closer than I needed to. "You said we needed to talk." I watched the water instead of him, because it was easier to say what I meant that way. "So talk." "I will." He was quiet a moment, choosing something carefully. "Ophelia isn't just a name to me. She wanted something from people I care about, years before any of this, and when she didn't get it easily, she made sure the getting cost

“My love, I’m sorry, but that’s silly. I’m here for you. I want you to know you can tell me anything and always come to me, even when it’s something minuscule. This? This isn’t small. This genuinely worries me.” She nods, pushing some of her performance hair away as I wrap my arms around her and pull her into a tight hug, kissing the top of her head as I process the heinous words that are appearing online at neck-breaking speed. Why are people so caught up in Ophelia? She’s still relatively new, and there’s no way this many people are upset that we’re dating, right? Then, unfortunately, it all clicks together for me. Who would do anything to take me and Ophelia down? Who has a loyal followin

|•| ANDRÉ BAUDELAIRE |•| I didn't think the Castle was going to be empty when I returned. As much as Ophelia liked to step out for fresh air, she hated being in town. It was contrasting because even when she knew she wasn't particularly a fan of being outdoors, she'd still step out to feel connected to the world around her. She claimed that being outdoors was always too hostile for her—for her magic. But it didn't mean that if push came to shove, she wouldn't outrightly discard that and do whatever she needed to do.

Would she be able to navigate this new challenge, or would she find herself trapped once again? Mrs. Dick had ulterior motives for hiring Ophelia. She intended to use Ophelia's youthful charm and beauty as bait to lure corrupt officials into approving her construction tenders. Mrs Dick's plan involved exploiting Ophelia, subjecting her to physical abuse and degradation, all in the name of securing business deals. Ophelia, unaware of the sinister plot, arrived at the party dressed in all black, ready to present her proposal. However, as the night wore on and she realized the true nature of the gathering, she became stunned and outraged.

Pushing the pill down while swallowing spittle just to make sure. The medicine works quickly, helping me get a grasp of the change. I am empowered to force my rebelling wolf back into the corners of mind. Once more regaining control of my humanity. And just then, Ophelia comes to mind–how did she know about all this? Did she know since then? If she did, then why did she agree to marry me knowing my condition? The only reason I had prompted the idea beside my bride running away, was that Ophelia was new–and ignorant. If only I knew better..