Austen Novels & Stories

Besides, I have all day tomorrow to be freaked out. Thankfully, I have a stack of Jane Austen books on my dresser. I reach for Pride and Prejudice because it's my favorite. I've read it at least ten times and it never fails to take me to another place. And, no matter where I begin, Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth Bennet eventually end up together and live happily ever after.

I said, "I could keep you company sometimes." "You'll be late for school." he said and walked away. You won't be playing hard to get for too long. ** I saw Adam on my way to 5th period, he was standing at someone else's locker, the owner peeked out on the other side of the locker and I couldn't lie, she was pretty, way prettier than me, silky brown hair and hazel eyes, with full lips painted a nice rosy pink. She had on a black plaid skirt, a black hoodie and was wearing converse sneakers.

“What an unexpected surprise. I wasn’t aware you were coming.” “I didn’t think I needed an invitation,” Ace replied coolly, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. Richard’s smile faltered, but he recovered quickly, shutting the door behind Ace. “Of course not. You’re always welcome here, even if you don’t visit often.” Ace ignored the jab, his eyes scanning the opulent interior of the mansion. It was all marble and glass, with expensive art hanging on the walls and plush furniture that looked like it had never been used. It was the kind of place that was designed to impress, to showcase wealth and status. But to Ace, it felt cold, empty—a perfect reflection of its owner.

All she felt was gratitude and happiness. Mr. Jones seemed to be a nice man, one of the nicest she had met since her stay here. If the mother was nice, and the father was— summing up looks and courtesy— near perfect, where then did Jackson get his nasty attitude? She was led to the dining room by the man that welcomed them outside the building. His name was Theo and from what Maria noticed, Theo was someone Jackson cared about. Something inside her moved when she watched Jackson hug him. Already sitting on one of the expensively carved chairs was Mrs. Jones, looking as pretty and as young as ever in a red satin dress, Maria couldn't see the rest of it as she was seated. Her lips were a dark

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”

he gently placed the bag on Liam’s bed while he glanced round the room for a moment until his eyes rested on her again. “Thank you, I will be down in a minute” “Hmm” Malcolm nodded and left. ………………………………………………………………..,…………………………………………………… After a few minutes, aurora came back downstairs and the moment Malcolm saw her, he was mesmerized. Not like he had never seen her with her hair down or house clothes before but then she was not in any way connected to him. But now. Seeing how innocent and pretty she looked, he couldn’t help but love her more. The funniest part was that she still had a towel in her hand and was drying her hair. She seemed to have forgotten that she was in Malcolm Hart’s hou

I warn her. "How dare you to call our King by his given name" she raises her hand to hit me. Li blocks her. "You are making a very big mistake Catherine. She doesn't need another maid" a smile comes to my face at the maid comment. Wait, Catherine? Is she not the sister of Max? But they seem to be opposites. Max is polite, friendly, and warm. She is snobby and arrogant. But they both still have one thing in common. They both like Darius. I think she likes him, a little too much.

Amelia retorted with a confident smile on her lips. Another author's note: I want to thank everyone who has been on this book since the beginning of time. I apologize for my update schedule that is really messed up. I also wanna thank my editor. This is El, and I will see you all again in the next story!

I HAVE TO GO TOO LUNA. Wait, you too moonlight. How can you all do this to me. Raising my head to meet Austen's stare, I send him a sheepish smile. "It's not what you thin....." "Aaahh." Picking me up, Austen throws me on his shoulder before I could finish my explanation. "Put me down AUSTEN." I yell his butt to my face. His butt. WHAT A NICE ASS HE HAS. The pervet decides to appear.

The Russell family estate in northern Kent, four miles east of the village of Hexby, was in an uproar. Jane, the Marchioness of Rochester, was on the verge of strangling her second youngest child, one Linus Winston Russell. Despite her own knowledge that she had birthed that troublesome boy twenty-one years before, sometimes she swore he hadn't matured past the age of eight.