By Jane Austen Novels & Stories

She was really tired from all the learning, they could have just hired her like a month ago, how in the world was she supposed to learn and adapt to all of these in two days, she sighed at the thought, she picked her bag and bedded goodbye to Estella before exiting the kitchen She came into the living room again and remembered that she wanted to ask Charles for his permission to tour the entire mansion, but now she was so tired that she could barely walk on her own she didn't envision having such a tiresome day Well she would just do it tomorrow or some other day, if the madam wouldn't mind, speaking of the madam, she had not seen her since she got here in the morning, maybe she had gone to

"Humm..Sense and..sen-si-bi-li-ty.. by Ja-ne..oh well..Jane Austen. Who's this?" I was looking for some ointments and medicines in the First aid kit. "Are you serious? " "Yeah.. I don't know this author!" "You mean,that you actually READ BOOKS!?" "Sometimes..only if there's a movie adaptation! Who's she?" "Do you know ,the characters Elizabeth Benet or Mr. Fidzwilliam Darcy?" "Who's that?" " Seriously though..haven't you read Pride and Prejudice?" "Hummm i don't know..!"

“I was sent to inform you that a guest has arrived.” Reid frowned. “At this hour?” “Yes, sir. She insisted it was urgent.” My stomach twisted. “Who?” I asked, though some part of me already knew. “Jane Austen.” Ella’s smooth forehead furrowed. “Jane, who's that?” My heart stumbled, then picked up speed. I hadn't taken her seriously when she informed me last night that she was coming to visit. “Jane’s here?” “Yes, miss. She’s waiting inside.”

I blinked at him, sure I’d misheard him because if anyone would agree that I was to blame for all this, it would be him. But then I turned back to his mom, repeating, “Jane? As in Jane Austen, and Pride and Prejudice, and Jane Bennet?” Mrs. Webster’s eyes glittered affectionately. “Wick told you about my naming scheme, huh?” I bobbed my head up and down. “He forgot to mention that your name was Jane though.” “Or probably that his dad’s name is Charles either, I imagine,” she added, motioning toward her husband. I glanced at him, seeing Wick all over his features before it struck me: Charles Bingley had ended up with Jane Bennet in Pride and Prejudice.

•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.

“ Mr. Vertigo? Dave inquired “Just give me a second,” Jane Austen said picking up the phone, she dialed a number, after few beeps, the other person picked up, mumbled some words to her, and ended the call. “this way sirs!! She says beaming with a friendly smile. Jane Austen led them to the top floor of the building, when they got to the office, she opened the door and usher them in, then she closed the door, and left them there.

“Favorite novelist?” “Jane Austen. Pride and Prejudice, before you ask.” “By God, boy!” he exclaimed in glee and clapped his hands. “We have a keeper with this one!” He turned to me again. “Second favorite?” I chewed my lip for a second. “Dickens or Louisa May Alcott. It’s tough, but Alcott might just win out. Her ability to create a whole cast of compelling, lovable characters – not just one or two – is something I’ve yet to find in another writer.”

Things at school have returned to normal, and Bane still abuses me, only he makes sure he does not hit my face, and if he does, it's only a slap, and Bane does not hit hard enough to leave a mark. I wander through the hall of the palace, going to the library. I finished my novel, and since I have nothing better to do, I plan to read my favorite book, The Pride and Prejudice, By Jane Austen; I have read it many times, and I love romance between Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy. It makes me wish that I could live in such a beautiful Novel; I long to be loved like all the characters I read about, but I know that it never happens for someone like me; I need to learn to acc

With a bored face he saw a few figures that got into the room. But amidst the crowd, his eyes were suddenly drawn to that one girl, entering the room —Jane. Her flowing gown cascaded gracefully around her, hugging her slender figure, and her auburn hair tresses framed her face in gentle waves. Adrian's gaze locked onto Jane, unable to tear his eyes away from her. The world around him seemed to fade into the background as he drank in the sight of her. The way she was looking around in awe with her large brown orbs and the way her every movement emanated grace and elegance, he couldn't get enough of that.

Jullie knocked gently on the door. "Come in," Jane’s voice called from inside. Jullie pushed the door open and stepped in, turning back slightly to address Jane with a teasing tone. "I didn't wanna interrupt, you know." Jane was sitting by the window, reading a physical book, and she rolled her eyes playfully. "Stop it. He doesn't even have my time these days." "Woman of justice," Jullie teased, her voice layered with affection. "I can't believe this is you."