Novel & Cerita Best Jane Austen

After a moment of hesitation, she opened the door a little and peeped inside, when she saw no one, she opened it further and stepped in. Her gaze swept over the room once again, taking in its minimalist, yet elegant state. Everything was orderly, the bed was neatly made, and her eyes were drawn to the small bookshelf next to it. Curiosity got the better of her, and she found herself walking towards the bookshelf. “Jane Austen and R.L Stines,” she murmured as she ran her fingers along the spine of the books, “Interesting taste.” Her gaze landed on a picture frame wedged in between the books and her curiosity piqued further as she gently took it out.

I rested elbow on the armrest, it was expected when Alexis had texted Jane asking for a double date I should have known what to expect. I tried to paint his date in every unspeakable way possible when I saw the picture of her leaning on Nathaniel first as a whore and then as a bimbo- beautiful but lacking intelligence. As much as Jane tried to explain to me that she was a psychologist or did she say therapist, I could not bring myself to say anything good about her.

“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.

Serenity listened intently and asked, “You talked about taking me on a trip to Annenburg—when are you bringing me? I want to get to know Mrs. Young-Johnson. I’ve heard stories about her. “She’s like the heroine in a book. Her life story was movie-like. Everybody wants to be her.” Serenity got to know a bit about Jane from Zachary and Elisa. She believed Jane had the best of both worlds—deeply loved by her in-laws and her family.

Maybe saying something about his mate would help him feel better for some time. “She is…she is a light, I tell you. She isn’t like all those plastic model-looking botches who don’t know anything other than to pose naked or show some of their boobs. My Jane is sweet, timid, and shy and oh she’s also a brainiac. She was the one who came up with a solution when nobody could at Dante’s game company.” He paused and I frowned. Dante has a game company, why wasn’t I aware of that?

•Isabelle's POV• For my first class of the day, which was also my favorite, we chose Pride & Prejudice to analyze passages from. We'd also be reading it this month for the objective. We were focusing on the 1800's and the flow of Jane Austen's words.

“Damn! That’s heartless!” “You got that right. Anyway, you guys might be wondering why I’m saying all this. It’s simple. I believe that Austin is in love with you, Nora, and you’re in love with him as well. I’ve seen how you two look at each other when you think no one’s looking. I also prefer you to Christina a million times, and I believe that you will make my brother very happy, as he would do to you. So what say we find a way to make the two of them divorce each other?” Jane asked, smiling as innocently and winningly as though she had just asked if they would like to be served some tea.

"I believe it has its own value. I've always had a passion for reading and writing." Grandma Ellie jumps in, eyes sparkling. "Oh, how wonderful! I love literature. Do you have a favorite author, dear?" I smile sincerely upon her excitement. "I'm quite fond of Jane Austen. Her insights into society and character are timeless." "Ah, a classic choice," Harold puts in, nodding appraisingly. "Pride and Prejudice is a masterpiece." Rebecca leans back in her chair, swirling her wine glass reflectively. "Personally, I find those stories a bit dull. All that talk of manners and marriage prospects. Don't you think, Pamela?"

The one thing that she turns to when she needs an escape from her reality at the moment. “You must have something.” Gabe prombts her. “An old, worn out copy of Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë that I keep in between my mattresses so that no one will find it and take it from me. Reading that book always brings me comfort.” And gives her hope. It makes her feel so much better to read it.

Sophia shot back furiously. "The woman smiled gracefully, unshaken. “Jane Harrison. I suggest you learn some respect—for others and yourself. It’s not very ladylike to throw yourself at men in public.” Her tone was steady, polished, and merciless. Jane wasn’t just anyone. She worked for Alex. Rose’s eyes flickered with recognition. She knew her instantly. Jane Harrison. The only daughter of the Harrison family. Memories stirred. In her past life, Rose had heard plenty about the Harrisons.