Austen Novels & Stories

“Can you believe that you and him are finally together? After your little freshman here fell head over heels in love.” “I wasn’t not in love.” “Yes you were, you were one step away from replacing your Harry Styles poster with his photo.” “Ok well you had eyes for Aidan in high school and never got any.” “Yes I did thank you very much. I just didn’t tell you and wanted to rub it in. I did totally have sex with him in senior-” “Umm sex with who?” Austen comes up wrapping his arms around Jos, wow she looks so small and beautiful against his taut tall muscular figure but they fit so well together.

Before she leaves, I call out, “Hey, what’s your name?” “My name is Quinn Austin, but you can call me Mrs. Austin. I’m the head housemaid here.” She looks me up and down, taking in my plain wedding dress. I know she feels sorry for me, for seeing those discarded clothes and probably realizing that my husband might be upstairs, in bed with another woman, right after our wedding. “Mrs. Austin,” I say, nodding politely, despite my racing heart. “Can you show me to my room?” Mrs. Austin, a woman in her late forties, nods with a carefully blank expression, years of working for Ethan Caine must have taught her that. “This way, Mrs. Caine.”

My lover, my Lord Burnet, my Marquis of Ainsworth. *** The library door opened on well-oiled hinges. Karen turned from helping Tony put the precious drawings away and stared at the woman who strolled in as if she owned the house and everything in it. She was petite, her white-blonde hair cut short, forming cherubic curls round her shapely head, little fronds caressing the nape of her slender neck. Her face was gamine, elfin — big blue eyes, a retrousse nose, full red lips.

It’s hard to just keep walking when they are asking questions about the trials and today’s verdict and Alex stops to speak to try and direct attention to the wonderful charity work, we are here to support instead. This doesn’t stop them so we carry on ignoring them and glide on inside. We are greeted by Lady Veren and Viscount Roland. When he sees me walk in his face goes from politely bored to excited. He looks me up and down in my dress and I would be a liar if I said I wasn’t a little turned on from the heat in his eyes while he looks at me and the slow, sexy smile that speads across his face. I have to remind myself why I am turning this man down. I need maybe a cold glass of water, or a

“ Mr. Vertigo? Dave inquired “Just give me a second,” Jane Austen said picking up the phone, she dialed a number, after few beeps, the other person picked up, mumbled some words to her, and ended the call. “this way sirs!! She says beaming with a friendly smile. Jane Austen led them to the top floor of the building, when they got to the office, she opened the door and usher them in, then she closed the door, and left them there.

But now, rather than find him as an interesting asset that would be considered an investor, I was growing weary. He gestured to Rosalyn. “And you are?” “Rosalyn Vale.” She introduced without hesitation. “Mrs. Blackthorn’s new assistant.” He extended his hand, and she took it lightly. The exchange lasted no more than a second, but the air between them shifted, his charm sliding off her like water off stone. She glared at him with studying, calculating eyes. “A pleasure,” she said simply. “And mine,” he replied, his tone losing a shade of warmth.

Her auburn tresses were piled up neatly toward the back of her head, several tendrils hung loose; more in defiance than by design. She smiled as we got closer, but I could have sworn her muscles had forgotten how to pull the move off – the movement odd on her smooth face. Brown eyes, lined with thick lashes assessed us as we neared. Chocolate eyebrows arched in question as she took in how slowly I moved and how heavily I leaned on Torstein. “My Queen” she greeted me with a curtsy, thin fingers still gripping onto the door as if she doubted her own ability not to crumble in grief.

Sky asked as Lannagot up off the couch and headed back to her bedroom "Oh, aunt queen Lanna told me, oh and tomorrow she said we should go to a place called the hard rock cafe for chocolate fudge cake." She then closed the bedroom door leaving us all stund. THE END.

✨✨✨✨✨ Russell I drove to the small grocery outlet in town, parked the car, and headed inside. The place looked more prominent than the last time I was here. Indeed, this place was remodeled. No wonder it was closed off last year. "Hey, Patty!" I greeted an elderly lady at the register. She had worked here for as long as I could remember. "Hi, honey. It's good to see you back home. I hear you brought home a hottie with you. When can we meet her?" She says, making me lower my head to cover my blush as I chuckled.

She clapped her hands as if she was pleased, "His grandfather really has eyes." My cheeks heated when I understood what she meant. "I'm Yekatherina, but you can call me Yeka. It's nice to finally have another female apart from Anya," she said and held out her hand. "Rosaline, but you can call me Rose," I shook it. "That's great. I'm Alexei's close friend and his assassin," she said with pride. She was beautiful with her straight blonde hair and bottle green eyes. She was slim and tall, taller than me.