Austen Novels & Stories

“My goodness, you scared the life out of me!” Aunt Caroline was a short and plump woman in her mid-forties. Her hair was always dyed blonde because she took after her idol Madonna. She kept her face hidden with all the cosmetics she covered it. The only time she was seen without her make-up was when she applied facial mask. “Aunt Caroline? What’s got you all fired up?” Yet inside Ellaine’s head she was still thinking about the empty town and the huge tree. “You were having a bad dream!”

“No. You wouldn’t. I’m not-” “Not what?” chuckled Austin, finding it amusing that his wife is so cute and adorable. How innocent she looked like right. How fine she would be, not knowing what to do when he comes for the marking on her flawless complex. “I’m not to your liking,” said Agatha, trying to stop him from approaching her. “Is that so?” asked Austin. But what she said didn’t stop him. He touched her long strand of hair. “That’s right. You wouldn’t.”

The new SEO model is stunning and possesses an unusual beauty. "Isn't that... Jane?" Calysta's voice brings Austin back to his senses. Austin's eyes are still fixed on Jane, who is now walking away from him. From behind, Austin just realizes how alluring Jane's body proportions are. Ugh! Why does Austin even have to think about that? Calysta is no less beautiful. Jane tonight, as the main star, is understandable if her appearance is different from what Austin remembers.

Never a bloody day she didn’t visit my thought, but she was married and she betrayed my trust, so it had to end one way or another. I did a great job of ignoring her messages and her calls until she finally gave up. But not quite on forgetting her though. I still missed her. Terribly. “Westley.” I locked the door after me, and Austen was inspecting the entire place. I realized they have something in common; their posture, the shape of their faces especially their lips. Dear, God. “Linton, are you there?” I blinked and shook my head. “Yeah, I’m here. Do you happen to have a brother?”

As he felt Rebecca's soft body pressed against him, his heart was filled with both sweetness and pain. He wanted to hold her but couldn't. It was all because she was his best friend's girlfriend, and... she didn't love him. … On the way to the restaurant, Caroline couldn't help but ask Nyla, "Why was Ms. Austen acting so weird toward you earlier in the parking lot? Did you two have some sort of falling out?" Nyla's expression remained calm. "No. It's just that I work at Mr. Sumner's company now."

HAYDEN ( p o v) After reaching home.. aunt Mary was instructing everyone.. me: " aunt Mary where is she?? " aunt Mary thinks 'she means who?? ' then she remembers may be she means Ms Elina Martin.. aunt mary: " Ms Elina is back side washing clothes... do you want me to call her young master??" me: " it's OK.. no need"

While she was still in London, Austin was making a base here in Newyork. While Austin was the face of the company, Anastasia liked to work from her home. She has a team which is versatile and adaptable to her manner of working. It would be on very rare occasions that she would come to office. Many people in the office didn't even know she was the main idea and creator behind those designs. However, there were some top executives which knew that it was her who was the half owner of the A&A fashion house along with Austin. Last year, the company went public, making Anastasia and Austin a millionaire.

She just knows how to treat him right and he was here for it. Austin first met Emery at an exclusive charity gala hosted by one of his high-profile clients. As a renowned fashion designer, he was often invited to such events, where the city's elite gathered to see and be seen. That night, Emery had arrived in a stunning black gown that caught Austin's eye immediately. She radiated confidence and elegance, yet there was a hint of sadness in her eyes that intrigued him.

I explained. "So if your theory is correct, Milly's name will be somewhere in this book in red?' Max asked his voice still a little croaky from sleep. "Yep, so now it should be easily distinguishable," I said flicking through pages looking for a sign of red. It wasn't until another hour later that I spotted the next red name. A girl named Elizabeth from the 1700s. I put my slight disappointment that it wasn't Milly aside and continued to search for another thirty minutes.

, and I hadn't had lunch. The car leaves me at the door of the packhouse, and I go up the stairs straight to the big door, but I freeze before I go inside. The scent filling my nostrils made my heart want to jump out of my chest, and every muscle in my body tensed. My cock throbbed, and I knew what that smell meant. “Mate,” my mate was there. I had to find her. A she-wolf that smells like vanilla and amber, with spicy ginger tones and a touch of jasmine, would have to be perfect for me.