Austen の小説・ストーリー

(She goes to Paul's room) Paul: Good morning Mom Queen Victoria: Morning, Where's Anita? Paul: I don't know and I don't care! Queen Victoria: Very good, listen to me, I overheard Austin telling your father that you shouldn't go astray with our traditions, He's saying it a must you should marry Anita and if you marry Paris then you'll ruin your status and our family's name Paul: What did he say that? Queen Victoria: Yes! I always told you he was jealous of you and wanted to make your life miserable in this castle but you mustn't let that happen

The newcomer purrs in a seductive voice, gently closing the almost ruined door behind her. Edward cocks his head slightly, more out of confusion than anything else. “Isabelle?”

Aunt Caroline stopped it as she clasped her palms beneath her jaw. “Aunt? You’re so impossible.” “I know. So, tell me. I see the way you steal glances at him. I’ve caught you severally peeping at him through the window. You always drool anytime you see him. You think I don’t know.” She picked a slice of a cucumber and tossed it in her mouth. She watched Ava stuff pita bread devoid of some hummus and some carrot sticks into her mouth. She could see how nervous she was feeling. “Com’on, don’t choke on your food. Here’s some water.”

While Shawn smiling takes his car and goes to Austen's house, assuming she might be there only. Reaching Austen's place in 35 minutes he found his assumption to be true. As her car was parked there and she was present inside the studio. The morning had almost passed and now it was noon time. With steady steps he entered the studio and watched Emma in a halter neck criss cross tie at back black colour top and bottom brown pants. Her hairs were held up in a twisted bun giving a view of her slender neck. He couldn't see her face as she had her back toward him but still a smile appeared on his face, natural and beautiful making his

Alexandra’s POV Augustine Bennett. The founding father of Liss Real Estate Agency. A self made millionaire. He was a great man of integrity. A dashing ladies man in his prime. A genius investor and a wonderful marketer. He was loved and respected by all who knew him and worked with him. He was Liss’ most important asset, so when he retired, Liss experienced instability that just came to show how valued he was.

Arabella shuffled through the stack. "Let's see. Vini, will you come here for a second? You should be at least a little familiar with the guests." She extended the stack of papers to Lavinia. Each page had a small portrait of a woman and was accompanied by a short biography and family profile. The first photograph was of a pretty woman with olive skin and rich black hair. Her smile revealed pointed teeth. "This is mother's top pick," said Arabella. "Cordelia Austen. French. A vampire. The Austen's are in the business of architecture. Factories specifically. The one you were plucked out of was one of their constructio

“Miss Larsen, Mr. Austen will see you now,” the secretary said. Celine swallowed hard before standing up from the couch. She held her old portfolio close to her chest. Although the hall was warm, her hands were becoming cold because of nervousness. “Thank you,” she said, though her voice shook slightly due to anxiety. The double doors opened, and she saw the large office that had a clear view of New York City. At the far end of the room, Duke Austen was sitting behind his desk. He was the Chief Executive Officer of Austen Holdings and one of the youngest billionaires in the country.

Jimmy said to Susan. She laughed. “She’s going to be a famous writer. She’d better have some opinions on literature.” “Fine,” Kimia glared at me. “Jane Austin. She had some great leads.” “Darcy was an asshole to Elizabeth, Bingly let himself be talked away from Jane, Wickham is just a bastard, Wentworth treated Anne like shit because she refused him as a teenager, Edmund Bertram was obsessed with the pretty new girl and forgot about Fanny, Ferras fell in love with Elanore when he was engaged to someone else, Brandon was still hung up on his dead ex, and let’s face it. Nobody cares about Northanger Abbey.”

said her mom, but she was immediately interrupted by Catherine, pulling her purse towards her shoulder. “I am so sorry, mom. I...I don’t feel like eating. But I’ll grab breakfast on campus, I promise,” she advised before rushing out of the door and heading over to the school. Mentally reminding herself of her assignments and her flash drive that contained the papers she needed to submit for that day. Catherine was in the midst of scanning through Pride & Prejudice when she heard arguments coming from the dance hall she was passing through.