By Jane Austen Novels & Stories

PLEASE LEAVE REVIEWS IT HELPS MY STORIES!!! I NEED TO KNOW WHERE I CAN IMPROVE OR WHAT I AM DOING RIGHT. THANK YOU Jane's car is small and cute. She looks adorable behind the wheel. Every small thing she does captivates me. She keeps shooting me timid glances, and they make me smile. I am staring at her in absolute bliss. I feel no shame in my ogling.

The man with a flat face leads the way, but Austin can see a thin smile always being displayed when he turns to the woman who used to live with him. Jane Oliver. Wearing a soft and light fuchsia pink chiffon dress, long-sleeved with simple details on the neck and arms. Even the body-hugging cut. Unfortunately, although simple, Jane's appearance this afternoon is very attention-grabbing. Her long hair is left beautifully loose, and her sunglasses are the perfect accessory. Very different from the Jane Austin has known all this time. Though if Austin were to be honest, none of the items or clothes Jane wears are from ordinary boutiques. They're all famous and classy. Especially since Jane was

She clasped her hands behind her back, fixed her eyes somewhere on the ceiling, and let loose her usual torrent of words. "I read a wonderful book called, Jane Eyre, by Charlotte Brontë. It was written in 1847, but the characters in the book are so real that you feel as if they're living today. When I read this book, I felt as if I were Jane Eyre, a lonely, friendless orphan girl sent away to a cold, cruel boarding school where all the other girls despise her."

Her friend gave out a loud gasp. "I'll bet my new Jane Austen book that the cover is pure gold," Anne could hardly make her words audible. "Exactly. That's what makes it stranger and weirder. It creeps the hell outta me." Chelsea added. "I'll bet you wanna get rid of the book or sell it to me. I'll gladly buy it."

She looked up and slapped her face lightly multiple times. "I should be straight on my decision. Dad could be saying this to Justin right now," Jane mumbled again and opened her locker. She was gonna change into her clothes earlier but someone knocked on the door. Inna peeked through the door and smiled at Jane. Jane closed the door and smiled back at Inna. She has her hair tied up into a bun and it was dyed blonde now which makes her more beautiful. She was serving the mansion longer than Jane, and she was sure that she wants to live her life normally than others. Inna was over forty years old now, and she grew up on the fines of the mansion. She didn't have time to grow up and build her ow

Jane is not like most girls who like to spend money on fun because Jane prefers to learn everything, so she grows every time she learns from her experiences. One by one the stalls, one by one the merchants she met, no wonder some people were fascinated by Jane’s beauty. Jane’s walking so cheerfully that she didn’t even notice the street, as she is busy with the sights of the place. Instantly, there is something in front of her. Jane falls to the ground because she bumps into it.

Saying this, she turned around to pour tea for Zena. Although she did this out of courtesy, only she herself knew that she was trying to platter Zena. "Thank you, but there's no need." Zena stopped her, "Who's Jane? The nanny in your house?" Elizabeth nodded, "Yes." After that, she added, "She's the aunt you just met." Hearing this, Zena raised her eyebrows, "Really? I haven't seen her before." Elizabeth heard it and was stunned for a moment, "You... She opened the door for you, right?" Although she didn't know where Jane had gone.

I pick it up and notice that it has my name on it. Should I open it? I know it's not good to snoop around people's stuff but... at least I have to know what's in the box. I need to know. If it has my name, then it means it's meant for me. I carefully open the box and inside, I find a novel. 'JANE EYRE by Charlotte Brontë' Scott loved to read, alot. I bet he was going to surprise me with this novel later but... whatever happened, already happened. I will definitely read it.

“It's okay, I also just walked straight, didn't look to the right or left.” “It's Jane Eyre.” Diana couldn't help herself when she saw the cover of one of the books on the front in her arms. “I also have one at home.” “Oh yeah?” the woman glanced at her book and smiled shyly. “I was on vacation in Bandung and purposely bought a lot of books as a friend of my boredom. From the synopsis at the back of the book, it seems like an interesting book.” “It is very interesting. This is a romance book from old English literary writings, first published in 1847 and the love story still survives today.” Diana rolled her eyes. “When Charlotte Brontte published it that year, it generated a lot of controve

I responded with a friendly smile. "The essay on Mrs. Allison's book right?" "Jane Austen Mr. Kings.. Jane Austen." She corrects and shakes her head, walking away with a tired sigh. After Flips finished collecting everyone's papers, she resumed discussing Allison's book and its relevance to life. Although I tried to pay attention, listening about Mrs. Darcy over and over again was becoming boring leading me back into my wonderous thoughts about why Brown walked out on me. Right- you might be wondering who Brown is.