Romans & histoires Bronte Quotes

The music stopped playing and I could hear the people gasping around us. “You really think he'd marry you because he fucked you?” I scoffed in disbelief. “Declan might be a dog who will put in anything, but not anyone would have the Bronte title,” I hissed. Her eyes flashed with rage as she straightened. “You once had the name, didn't you? Where has that gotten you?” She arched her brows as she glared at me. “You're back in your father's house, chasing after a man who'd never deemed you worthy. You're even more pathetic than I thought if you think my only priority is to become Mrs Bronte,” she clicked her teeth.

And Beatrice’s snide remarks weren’t helping. “Perhaps if the theme had been ‘Ruined Family’, or Unloved, you might fare better,” I heard Beatrice say as she spritzed some of her perfume into the air. Sniffing her wrist, she gave herself a satisfied nod. “Smells like the Beauty of Family to me,” she quipped. “Would you like to smell it? Since you no longer have a family to draw inspiration from.”

He was just mad at everything; Buckley, his clothes, the shower, the water, the damn graffiti quote on the wall, life itself. Wait a minute...graffiti quotes!?! Of all the things students scribble on the wall, quotes were the least of them, so what in the heavens was a quote doing there... He pulled closer to the wall, near the broken sink to read the description which was written in a well written ancient Roman lettering. "The Road goes ever on and on, down from the door where it began, now far ahead the road has gone and I must follow, if I can. Pursuing it with eager feet until it joins some larger way where many paths and errands meet and whither then? I cannot say."

Every mistake she had made. The pages turned rapidly, flashing images of the people she had loved and lost. “You cannot outrun your past,” the voices whispered. “You are bound to it.” Myrra shut the book. “No.” The whispers grew louder. “Then prove it.” The library crumbled around her. Bram’s Trial Bram stood in an empty village. His village. His mother stood in the doorway of their old home, smiling at him. “You never came back.” Bram’s throat tightened. “I couldn’t.”

The third leaned back in his chair with a lazy smile, like he’d been waiting for this. “Gentlemen,” Rufus said, his hand firm on my lower back. “This is Bronte.” The air in the room shifted, their eyes moved over me like they were hungry. I felt exposed even though I was fully clothed. One of them the one with the green eyes raised his glass. “So this is the famous stepdaughter. Rufus hasn’t shut up about you.” My face burned. Rufus chuckled beside me, pulling me closer. “She’s nervous, be gentle with her at first.”he said

"I need to wake up early tomorrow, and I need to prepare for another exhausting and monotonous day. Until the day I will be able to write an erotic and very attractive book so that his readers can make me successful and famous. Until then... While my inspiration doesn't arrive, I need to work and get angry.” "We are with you, friend," said Beatrice, raising her glass with beer. "Don't forget to send me the manuscript when it's ready, I can try to trigger some contacts in the publisher I work with and try to make your success more than possible. Just never stop dreaming. You are a genius!”

Jane felt as if her brain had been deep-fried. "So where are you at with A Tale of Two Cities?" Lucy asked to fill the silence. "I'm getting to 150 pages now," Jane said. "What are you reading for your book report?" "Oh, I'm reading The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde," Lucy said proudly. "I love Oscar Wilde. So many lines to live by. Like: 'It is silly of you, for there is only one thing in the world worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about.'"

This was when I knew that she was saying the truth when she said I ate poison from her hand. I remembered something now, after cutting the cake, she did not take a single bite from it. She fed me half of it and told me stories. I foolishly ate and smiled warmly at her. This world is so cruel. I didn't fight to keep my eyes open, I allowed them close slowly by themselves. It was better I left this world. It was a sick cruel place filled with monsters. "Why did you give it to her?" I heard Brittney ask Bryan in anger.

Penelope said, as if speaking to a dear friend, "I'm the one who can give him everything he deserves. Give us your blessing, Brit. You're like the sister I never had." Britney shot up from her seat, her palms flat on the table, gripping the wood as if her hands could crush it to dust. “Don’t call me Brit. Don’t ever compare me to a sister you never had because if I was your sister, I would’ve strangled you myself. And for the record, you’ll never get my blessing. Only my curse and my rage.” Brandon couldn't help but feel proud watching his sister’s fiery resistance. Despite everything she had endured, she was still fierce, still standing.

Bronze has always seen what I am. But then Bronze adds, “You’re so strong you don’t even need the camp.” I blink, stunned. “What?”