Novel & Cerita Books Like My Lady Jane

I say, puffing out a sigh of relief. “Did you miss the part where I said you need money to buy it?” Jane retorts, spoiling my mood. “You’re broke in this prison, Don’s daughter.” “The Don’s daughter is never really broke,” I retort. After thirty minutes of walking around the hall, we leave for the canteen, which indeed has everything, I couldn’t be happier. We spend another hour browsing the canteen, then we move to a place they call the prison library. Jane spend thirty minutes showing me around, and I spend another thirty minutes trying to search for a BL novel. I didn’t find one. The only books are motivational and a few on growing flowers. What the fuck do I do with that? Plant roses in

His mom is hellbound of breaking us apart and here I am pregnant with his son baby. Deciding to roam around for a bit I enter the local library, it's close to 4 pm. By now almost everyone is rushing to get back home except for the nighttime workers. Entering the library, I breathe in the smell of old books and covers. Walking towards the romance genre I search for pride and prejudice. Liam likes to read books and loves to collect different books ranging from romance to supernatural. I came across pride and prejudice from cleaning his desk. Reading the first chapter I was intrigued by Elizabeth mother. Her character is a funny one yet annoying if it was a real person. Flipping to the second c

she said. I took my phone and surfed as she had asked me and I had found a good libraries of books in the phone rather than in my own home. I mean I lack the sense of having the books in my home. “What do you want me to read?” I asked her. She snuggled to my side and then leaned against my stomach resting her head on my laps as she gently caressed my thighs. “Price and Prejudice,” she said. “The one written by Jane Austin?” I asked her.

"His gift?" "Yes. It should have arrived last week. A rare first edition of 'Pride and Prejudice.' He mentioned it was your favorite." Jane's favorite book was "Valley of the Dolls"—she'd never expressed interest in Jane Austen. This was a test. "Oh, that gift." Lyra scrambled for a response. "Yes, it was... wonderful. Please thank him for me." "You can thank him yourself tomorrow," Amelia replied. "Good evening, Mrs. Blackwood."

Parang may maliit na bagay na nakaipit dito. Out of curiosity, agad ko ng kinuha ang librong 'yon mula sa shelf then dusted it off. "'Where the sun doesn't shine' by Marvens Jeff Bonhomme..?" I couldn't help but shook my head just reading the title at the cover page. This hardbounded black book was no doubt a novel, an old novel kaya ba't naman nandito ito? Was Mr. Romero also interested with this piece of crap? With disgust glare at that book, kinuha ko na lamang yong papel na nakaipit dito and then put that book back to the shelf.

“Just because of your interceding, I had spent a good time in prison, Your Highness. I even got this gift for serving you well.” The contents of that bag made me roll my eyes as it was full of romance novels. Jane was a typical girl who was dreaming about her soulmate. So, I didn’t pop her bubble of happiness that my life was a living example of destruction, even after finding an extraordinary mate. Nothing good could happen even after having a mate! Jane shared her experiences in prison and spoke nonstop for the whole night. It was a nice change to hear something else instead of the compromises of mated life. She was a great buddy.

Main reason I had bought the beverages. My pace began to diminish and my smile faded when I discovered Jane was still very much around, sitting very close to Louisa. Her arms tucked in hers. It seemed like they had a very good relationship earlier on and she had been having a heart to heart conversation with her. My eyes scrolled through the hospital cabinet that was already loaded with fruit drinks, water and snacks. Two story books was also placed on the table, Roald Dahl's ”Matilda" and Kenneth Grahame's ”The Wind in the Willows". Jane was clutching a bouquet of flowers and another was rested at Maurice's side, she definitely came prepared and before me.

I wasn't sure whose I wanted more. "Excellent choice. Those guys are legendary." She was trying to make small talk but talking wasn't my thing. Sorry. "Here, one of Walt's best art work." She handed me a book. "Song of myself." I read the title out loud while checking out the book. "Or do you prefer Leaves of grass? That one is quite nice but I prefer this one." She said. The lady was a strawberry blonde with brown eyes. She had a round baby like face and slim lips. She was pretty and looked within her early twenties.

I made my way to the main library, hoping a book would distract me. The room was dark, I turned on a small lamp and started browsing the shelves, running my fingers along the spines. I needed something comforting, something that would take me far away from this confusing house and the man who lived in it. I pulled out an old copy of Jane Eyre and settled into the armchair by the window. But even the words on the page couldn’t hold my attention. My mind kept drifting back to Lucian, the way his body had reacted when he saw me naked.

At that time, Lucy was somewhat curious, so she asked, "Lady Jessica, why are you borrowing so many books? Moreover, none of them's about martial skills, and they're all miscellaneous books. Why are you reading these?" "I didn't say that I'm reading them." Lucy was shocked by Jessica's answer. "Lady Jessica, if you're not reading these books, are you going to — burn them?! That's so extravagant!" "What are you thinking!" Jessica rolled her eyes. Then, a faint smile appeared on her face as she explained, "Casper requested some help from me." "Ha?" Lucy's eyes immediately widened. They fled back to North Earlington from South Earlington, yet they still could not escape Caspian?