Best Jane Austen Novels & Stories

The boy puts out his hand for a shake and Jane nervously took it so she wouldn't have to insult or embarrass him. "I am Jane, also a student in your major and minor but a fresher so apparently, you are my senior." She saidand Austin smiled. Jane thought about it, Allen never smiled at her before but she knew that if he could smile, he would definitely look more handsome than Austin and even more cute. This thought made her giggle: the infamous and typical cold Allen, smiling and looking cute like a bunny. Her reaction actually gave the wrong vibe to Austin who thought she was like this because of him and this made him happy.

She also had an A-average grade and would pick re-reading Kierra Cass' Selection Series to going to a party any day. In its essence, she had basically the best of both worlds, minus the Hannah Montana hassle. Everyone knew her personality and accepted her. "Yeah," I replied as I rummaged through my bag for my notes. "How hard could it be right? Jane Austen is pretty easy." Right. Tell that to your sore back, you avid procrastinator! "Yeah, if you were from the 19th century," she grunted as she pulled her books from her locker. "No. You just have to understand the concept." I had only understood it after reading someone's essay on it online. And no, I did not plagiarize. That's bad.

The Psychopathology of Everyday Life" by Sigmund Freud." Jane flashed a smile. She was a middle-aged woman, petite, with a round face and the prettiest smile you could ever think of. She often wore a love-shaped glass and rested it on the bridge of her nose when she wanted to stare at you. She wasn't the only Librarian here. They were about 5 I had seen. But Jane had to be the best. She wasn't grumpy and didn't hate school children. She did her job with excitement and I believed she loved being a librarian.

she couldn’t help but wonder what it will look like walking down the aisle with a perfect man like Nathan . Who is Nathan? He is the world richest man! A man who could influence economic development! A man who is like a god! The hottest man who is every woman dream lover! The man standing at the top of the world! Every woman wants to climb Nathan’s bed but none has ever succeeded and she is not an exception . Jane was glad her father paved way for her, now she can become Mrs Robinson. Thinking of how her fellow women will be looking at her with an eye full of envy, her mood lifted up.

’ My feet carried me slowly, across the room, my fingertips brushing against the shelves before picking up a book. Persuasion by Jane Austen. Nostalgia hit me like a train. “It's still here…” I whispered, picking up another book. Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë. I flipped through the pages, inhaling the faint smell of old papers. “It's all here, Andrew.” I croaked. “I know…” he whispered. “What do you two want?” A haggard voice asked, walking close to us. My eyes landed on a wrinkly figure, a cane to balance her as she walked closer.

She suddenly inquired, "Who was that girl who just accompanied Mr. Baker?" "Oh, you mean Jane Austen, she's the spokesperson for our latest product this season, Manager Archana, you have recently returned from overseas, so you may not be aware of it." "I understand." Archana nodded and proceeded to the conference room.

I laughed after admiring the words written by Jane Austen. The words go as, “The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid.” I totally agreed with this. Though during my life on the island, I had no access to a good novel but my life itself there was a novel. Really. Isn’t it what it needed? A heroine in distress getting lost with the hero… Then… I don’t know. Zack? Could Zack be my hero? Absolutely not. Not when he could never love.

“No, but it keeps them grounded, helps them be smart about all the thing that they do.” He heart skipped a beat the moment she heard Alvah’s voice who was now just standing behind her. “You startled me! Please don’t do that again.” “Well, how are you with all the readings?” “I’m great!” she faked a smile as she proceeded on opening another page with the book she was currently reading. It was the story of Jane Austen. A very well know artist during the 18th century. “Well, you’re reading Jane Austen. That’s interesting. She is interesting. More so was her wish.”

Everything about this house is wrong. Maybe I really shouldn't have stepped out of the car. I should have just scoffed and drove away with my no longer existent bumper. That would have saved me a lot. The man doesn't say anything, he just keeps staring— No, glaring at me. His gaze burrowing into me. Sweat trickles down my spine. He doesn't believe me. “I’m a huge fan of Jane Austen books. Pride and Prejudice.” I flash him the brightest smile I could pull.

I said softly. She unwrapped it with the same gentleness, peeling back the paper to reveal a small bronze bookmark wrapped in tissue. It was old, beautifully engraved, with a quote etched in elegant lettering: You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. — Jane Austen. Annie went completely silent, running her fingertips across the metal like she was trying to memorize every curve. "Nate…" she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "It's beautiful."