Best Jane Austen Novels & Stories

She slapped my arm. Laughing, I dodged her attacks and scooted closer to the bus window. “Enlighten me about this great Pride and Prejudice favorite of yours then.” “Don’t you underestimate my preference. It’s a Jane Austen Classic.” She boasted proudly. “Yeah? And then?” She sighed while my grin grew wider. I found it amusing that she’s getting all so fed up by defending her favorite novel. The more I looked unconvinced, she grew more frustrated.

Elaine said, appreciating the concern. Elaine and I chatted into the night, I noticed her eyes light up as she talked about her favorite books. "Have you read any of Jane Austen's novels?" she asked me excitedly. "Yes! Pride and Prejudice is one of my all-time favorites," I replied, smiling at her enthusiasm. "Oh my gosh, I love that one too! Mr. Darcy is just so swoon-worthy," Elaine gushed, her cheeks turning pink. I laughed at her reaction. "I have to admit, I may have a bit of a crush on him myself."

"Jane Austin, I'm in a bit of a pickle here." "Sure Lia, I'll get there now. I was actually headed there already." Best friend to the rescue! **** "And that's the last one of them." Jane smiled, placing the last of the paper roses she had made inside the vase. Lia watched her wordlessly, not sure how to thank her. Jane had truly saved the day. Gone were the tacky, unprofessional decorations and now they all looked right, beautiful and perfect. "What do you think Lia? Did I do any better than those guys?"

Pride & Prejudice is in the public domain; however, giving credit where credit is due, it is the work of the absolutely brilliant Jane Austen. Anything you recognize is hers, the rest is mine. I'm just taking the opportunity to shake things up a bit. Or rather take the good fortune and coincidence scattered throughout the work and cranking it up a notch or three. Chapter 1

Mary had acquired a little artificial importance, by becoming Mrs Charles Musgrove; but Anne, with an elegance of mind and sweetness of character, which must have placed her high with any people of real understanding, was nobody with either father or sister; her word had no weight, her convenience was always to give way--she was only Anne. To Lady Russell, indeed, she was a most dear and highly valued god-daughter, favourite, and friend. Lady Russell loved them all; but it was only in Anne that she could fancy the mother to revive again. A few years before, Anne Elliot had been a very pretty girl, but her bloom had vanished early; and as even in its height, her father had found little to adm

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.” I ticked off the male leads on my fingers. “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.”

always had to get to see him when she wanted to come to terms with her crazy mind Jane thought there was a time when she thought the whole look was ridiculous. But in recent years, she's realized that he brought fashion to his own point and for the crowd, and she's started to have a very different opinion of cowboys. with who he is? A woman in her thirties, attractive and well suited to him approached him in a way that Jane would not want to know even though they were only talking ...

Jane felt the urge to stay right there and keep studying those pictures especially the one of the young master, she had never seen anyone so handsome and godlike in her life, not even the models in the magazine and TV looked that good, she wanted to continue when she heard her phone ringing, she quickly stepped outside the main house to pick up the call

With a bored face he saw a few figures that got into the room. But amidst the crowd, his eyes were suddenly drawn to that one girl, entering the room —Jane. Her flowing gown cascaded gracefully around her, hugging her slender figure, and her auburn hair tresses framed her face in gentle waves. Adrian's gaze locked onto Jane, unable to tear his eyes away from her. The world around him seemed to fade into the background as he drank in the sight of her. The way she was looking around in awe with her large brown orbs and the way her every movement emanated grace and elegance, he couldn't get enough of that.

"Simone may be inferior to Ms. Jackson in every way, but she doesn't show Ms. Jackson's dominance. Even if she secretly thinks Ben is a fool, she would still say things he loves to hear." "Men like to be admired and pampered. Auntie is beautiful, but she's not good at flattering others. She needs someone to pamper her." That part was true. After chatting for a while, my curiosity got the better of me. "You know how to talk and flirt, but you're definitely not the type to flatter someone against your own feelings. So, how did you pursue Zachary?" Jane forked a piece of fig and popped it into my mouth. "I'd rather not talk about that person."