OpheliaAt a closer glance I could see that Ren Nakamura was several years older than me. If I had to guess, I’d pin him somewhere in his early to mid-thirties. Despite that, he looked young for his age and well put together, though I expected nothing less given his father’s wealth.The women crowding around him giggled as I approached. I spared them a cursory glance, tucking my emotions away.Reminding myself that I was playing a role, I made a show of running my eyes over him, letting them linger on his chest and arms. “Is there a reason you had your goon come and fetch me?”The corner of his lip lifted, exposing a hint of teeth as he flashed me a smile that was nothing short of predatory. “You have no idea who I am, do you?”“I’m new to town.” I replied, “Are you a doctor or something? Maybe a CEO?”He let out a husky laugh that had the women surrounding him flushing, “Something like that. This club that you’re in,” He motioned around us with his hand, “I own it. My name is Ren Nak
JudeOne Hour Earlier…We found her.We found her.We found her.One month, three days, and four hours later, we finally fucking found her.At long last the tracking spell Ryker had been casting religiously snagged on Ophelia. It required blood from the closest relative, which meant we had to get some from Kimberly. We had tried Lucille’s, but the damn thing didn’t take. When I heard about the dark magic spell she’d placed on me I nearly killed her myself, fully aware that I would follow her into the afterlife. It was for Ophelia that I didn’t. The last time we drew blood from her, Kimberly had made the mistake of threatening to harm herself. I watched with equal parts glee and jealousy as Ryker pinned her against the wall, his magic keeping her rooted in place, unable to do so much as blink.The wound on my arm, which was several inches larger than the meager pinprick on Kimberly’s hand, meant for drawing a small amount of blood, was already healing.“If anything, anything at all,
OpheliaI stood at the elevators for a few seconds to regain my composure when I heard the quiet footsteps of someone creeping up behind me.With defensive magic curling around me in invisible wisps, I turned to lock eyes with Nova. Any surprise I might have felt was quickly squashed beneath a mask of cold calm.“Ophelia,” She began, her hands clenched in front of her. “You look good.”I raised my hand, not wanting to hear whatever it was she had to say. All my emotions, all the guilt and pain, had been shoved down deep. I wanted them to remain in the abyss in which I’d thrown them in.“Not interested.”Her flinch told me that she recognized those words. They were the exact ones she told me that day in the halls of Eclipse U. I’d been so desperate to talk to her, to apologize for my horrible mistake.I didn’t blame her for not wanting to hear it, but that didn’t make it hurt any less.This was probably the first time I’d seen Nova without a face full of make-up, and a body full of lace
Ophelia “Chin up, girl! Oh, and tuck that stomach of yours in. Honestly, try not to look so pathetic, Ophelia. You’re being mated to an Alpha.” Mother muttered quietly, “Goddess only knows how that one happened.” I bit my tongue when she yanked the front of my simple cotton dress down, exposing a fair amount of cleavage. Speaking up would only make things worse. She might not be able to strike my face, but she knew how to punish without leaving marks. “Yes, Lucille.” She didn’t care for when I called her mother. Apparently, it made her feel old. That didn’t stop Astrid and Kimberly from calling her it, but they’d always been her favorites. Mother snared a lock of my strawberry-blonde hair and tugged hard. Her flat, dark eyes scoured my face in search of a flinch or wince. “You should have let me dye this mess for you. Alas, it’s too late. Not that it matters in the slightest.” She said with the wave of her hand, “Soon enough, you’ll be someone else’s problem.” A problem, that’s
OpheliaPain raced up the side of my face as Lucille’s hand made contact with my cheek.“You petulant girl, are you even listening to me?”I wasn’t.“Yes, Lucille.”Two of the movers entered in through the front door, sparing me from hearing her retort. A slimy smile wormed its way across her nude painted lips. She clasped her hands together and cooed at the men tasked with carrying the furniture out to the truck. The dirty look she shot me over her shoulder was a warning that this conversation wouldn’t be forgotten.It was hard to care when the shredded bond in my chest writhed in agony, leaving me in near-constant pain.Astrid flounced down the stairs, turning her slender nose up at me as she passed. The wheels of her designer suitcase whirled softly against the hardwood floor. Inside was all the clothes, shoes, and make-up she’d need for the week it would take the movers to transport all their stuff.With my lonesome duffle bag tucked neatly in the trunk of the Bentley, there was n
Ophelia Sun block, and ocean mist. Those were the scents of my childhood, the ones that clung to the bits and pieces of the half-formed memories rattling around in my skull. I breathed each one in through the tiny bedroom window at the tippy top of Lucille’s modernistic nightmare of a beach villa. She’d stuffed me in the attic like a frail Victorian child she was afraid of the neighbors seeing. Little did she know, she was doing me a favor. Kimberly, my older sister, was moving out of her dorm at Eclipse University and back home to be closer to our darling mother. Why she felt the need to come back when she only lived thirty minutes away, I’d never know. That made the attic my safe haven. “Ophelia!” Or so I’d thought. I rolled out of bed, sneezing when a plume of dust hit my nose. It was like she purposefully kept the attic in shambles. Whatever, at least it would give me a project to focus on. The door creaked as I opened it, “Yes, Lucille?” “Make yourself presentable and
Ophelia“Spill the tea, girl. I know Kim-Kim’s done a thing or two in her past.” Diana smacked her glossed lips as we sped down the blackened highway into Eclipse City.Chloe, the bubbly blonde in the back seat, laughed loudly.“We won’t tell a soul!”The surly, narrow-eyed Gemma mimed zipping her lips and throwing away the key. I knew what I told them would make the rounds throughout the entirety of Lunar Isle.I rummaged around, sorting through memories that bubbled in my gut like acid. Without warning, they began to spew from my mouth. Word after word, I told Diana and her friends all about the kind of person Kimberly was.Each transgression lingered in the air, and for the life of me I couldn’t stop talking.First grade she’d pelted me with rocks and clumps of mud on the walk to school. Third grade she’d chopped my hair off and laughed as I cried. Fifth she shredded every article of clothing I owned, leaving them in tatters. Seventh and she’d already rallied the entire school agai
OpheliaI brought it to my lips and inhaled, immediately chucking the thing at Denver when my lungs seized. A cough tore at my chest, so strong that my eyes watered. No matter how hard I tried to breathe in, all I could do was hack and cough.It tasted awful. Like burnt grass and chewed lavender.The four of them chuckled, descending into laughter that rang heavily in my ears. Heat warmed my cheeks, carrying embarrassment that quickly faded when Sarah herself erupted in a fit of wet coughing.When I finally managed to stop, I realized I felt different.There was this odd sensation dancing along my skin, like little bursts of electricity. As they burrowed deep, they melted into a blissful numbness that had my shoulders drooping and eyelids growing heavy.Goddess, what was this stuff?Coop rolled his head my way, “Nice, isn’t it? It’s official name is Dark Matter. Think of it as the magical version of weed. It’s blessed by a witch with an earth affinity, so it’s extra potent.”I blinked