Novel & Cerita Fe Ophelia

Leo rushed over, grabbed a glass from the table, and threw it at her. “You killed my mommy! I heard everything! Give me back my mommy!” Ophelia screamed as the glass shattered against her forehead, blood streaming down her face. She clutched her head and looked at the father and son, and a wild, crazed laugh escaped her lips. “Hahahaha… Yes! I did it! So what?” If she couldn't pretend anymore, then she was taking them down with her. She struggled to her feet, her face a bloody, twisted mask of hatred.

I enquire and they both say “Nothing.” “If you’re talking about nothing, then why are your lips moving?” I joke. Jocasta starts moving to the door, “You need to stop with your dad jokes, they’re not even remotely funny.” Ophelia stays behind and is staring at a picture on her phone. She looks sad and broody. “You okay?” I ask. “I honestly don’t know,” she says and puts her phone in her shirt pocket. “Anything I can do to help?” I want to know.

Lucian reminded him. "Who? Ophelia?" he inquired with surprise. He didn't know that well about Ophelia. From the she reacted towards Jonathan's adopted daughter, whose name I don't want to take, she is the type to hold a grudge if they hurt someone she likes. She is the loyal kind. That's why she volunteered to pour that chemical on her head, Darius thought "Yes, that girl" Lucian confirmed his suspension. Darius hid his amused smile behind his palm.

If you throw in Morningstar’s twisted views about preserving their family line, and well—why wouldn’t he want his female heir? I bit the tip of my tongue so hard I partially severed it. Guess I’d have a lisp until it healed. Taking advantage of the pain, and blood, I licked my teeth and grinned at Nova, who turned a shade of green I actually found quite nice. “Anyway,” Ophelia said sharply, cutting a fierce look my way that made my heart beat a bit faster. “My ability isn’t exactly working right. The demon—Kaelith—was supposed to be my test subject.”

anymore. I hated that doll Ophelia gave me. I cut it to pieces. But she didn't get mad. She just smiled and pulled out a remote. With a light press of a button, I started vomiting violently, my whole body shaking. Ophelia looked pleased with herself. "See what I can do now? I can make you throw up whenever I want. You killed our dad, and then you pretended to be some genius to steal Mom's love. This is exactly what you deserve."

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 chuckled. "Better go have some food." She said with a giggle. Kelly rolled her eyes and stood up before exiting the room. Ophelia breathed out in relief as she switched off her phone and laid down on the bed. Her eyes slowly closed, dreading the day she would go for the interview.

Shayla As I pulled up to the house Michael had described, I was surprised to see a small girl kneeling on the roof of a wrap-around porch, nailing down some shingles without batting an eyelash as four massive men were attaching railings to the steps or three-foot-tall walls to the porch posts. I climbed out of my car and asked the girl, “Are you Sophia O’Shea?” The girl didn’t stop or look down at me as she replied, “That’s me.”

I cut her off, feeling the pound of my heart. She looks at me, and her eyes fill with tears. "I read the book - All the bright places. That is not your story, Viola. You are not Finch, you are Violet, all the colours in full brightness, and it hurts so much that you can not see yourself how we see you." She quietly cries and I will very much like to blame her tears on the pregnancy and on not that I broke her heart. "You saved my life, Viola." She dries her tears with a tissue.