Best Jane Austen Novels Novels & Stories

The inside of the vehicle was hot because of the heater and he was suffocating with all the clothes he had to wear to cover himself. He arrived at the literature faculty and headed to the auditorium. The professor was talking about one of the most popular works in England. Pride and Prejudice. Jane Austen was one of his favourite authors because she wasn't afraid to write and describe things as she saw them in real life. He smiled because he knew everything the professor was saying. After all, he had already read all her books, maybe twice or more. In order not to waste time, he opened his book; The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe.

Instead he said, “What are you reading?” She looked up this time. “Why?” she asked. “You’ve read it before,” he said. “The spine is worn.” She glanced down at the book, thumb brushing the edge like she hadn’t noticed that herself. “Persuasion,” she said. “Jane Austen.” He nodded. “Yeah, the one where they almost lose each other.” “You’ve read it?” “My sister did,” he said. “She used to leave it on the kitchen table, I read the first half by accident over about six months of breakfasts.”

"I would have to say 'Pride and Prejudice' by Jane Austen. It's a classic for a reason." "I've never read it," he admitted. "But maybe you can convince me to give it a try." I couldn't help but smile at his eagerness to learn about something I love. "I'd be happy to lend you my copy," I said, feeling a flutter in my chest. As we continued to talk about our interests and passions, I couldn't help but feel a strong connection between us. It was like we were two puzzle pieces that fit perfectly together. And then, in the middle of our conversation, he leaned in and kissed me. It was like fireworks went off in my head, and I found myself kissing him back with a passion that I didn't know I had.

She took a fry from his tray and threw it into her mouth. "The day I had to get the ring, I guess you weren't at the library then or would rather I give you a few seconds to get out an articulated lie?" Daniel's eyes went to the book she was reading. It was Sense and Sensibility, book by Jane Austen. He didn't get why it was her favorite book. She had read that book more than a hundred times and one thing was for sure she wasn't going to stop reading it. "I just wanted to give you privacy. A proposal is something intimate and I didn't want to be an intruder."

She reached over the stacks with a scraggy hand and picked up a plain-covered book, handing it to Adea. Adea flipped it over to look at the spine, which showed the title, Pride and Prejudice. “Oh, no thank you,” Adea said with a kind smile as she handed the book back. “I don’t do much reading. My sister on the other hand-” She made a gesture toward Lyda, who was still flipping through the pages of one of the thickest books Adea had ever seen. “Ah!” the old woman exclaimed. “Fascinated by religious texts, my dear?”

I laugh and take his pinky to wrap it around mine. “I pinky promise.” I smile and release his hand. We walk to the elevator and press the button to the second floor. Since I have all morning I decide I am going to get out my art supplies and draw everyone a picture for Christmas. I face the easel so the sun hits it while it rises for natural light and sit on the window bench seat. Aspen looks for another book. He takes one out and walks towards me. “What do you think about this one?” “Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen. Excellent book.”

Her heart thudded in her chest as she untied the ribbon and lifted the lid. Inside was a book. A rare first edition of Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice, its leather-bound cover delicate yet immaculate. She gasped, her fingers brushing over the gilt lettering. Nestled beside it was a small, cream-colored card. She picked it up, her breath catching as she read the elegant script: “For a literature enthusiast. —N.B.”

’ 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.

What I was surprised to see was a first edition of Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice. My mouth dropped open in surprise, and I took the note on top. I know you would have loved it if your grandfather had given you the book he religiously gives you as a gift. I am sending this on your behalf because it can't come as a surprise to you. Remember that in spite of everything, I love you; you are my only sister, Chiara. I could not help crying anymore. I took the book with devotion and put it in safekeeping. After that, I watched a Korean drama about a woman who realizes that her whole family, including her husband, ignored her. I sighed and stressed over the woman's decisions, but in the end, she

At her feet, there were four books. All written by Jane Austen. Pride and Prejudice. Sense and sensibility. Persuasion. Emma. She had another book open in her hands, and when she looked up at me, flashing me a smile that showed off her perfect pearly white teeth, my heart skipped. She was angelic. For a moment, I didn't move. Couldn't. I didn't speak either – just stood there gawking at the beauty of her. She must have thought I was awkward.