By Jane Austen Novels & Stories

She noticed my blank expression and threw up her hands in frustration which made me want to laugh but I kept my face neutral. "It's a corset top. It needs to tied up real tight from behind." She explained like I was a five year old and I cleared my throat as my mind was thinking about all the ways I could rip it apart and caress her waist from behind. "You could have asked for help from your stylist. Where are they?" I asked, looking around to find no one in sight. I noticed a copy of Persuasion by Jane Austen on her bed and a bathrobe. I've noticed her reading this book multiple times this week.

"I believe it has its own value. I've always had a passion for reading and writing." Grandma Ellie jumps in, eyes sparkling. "Oh, how wonderful! I love literature. Do you have a favorite author, dear?" I smile sincerely upon her excitement. "I'm quite fond of Jane Austen. Her insights into society and character are timeless." "Ah, a classic choice," Harold puts in, nodding appraisingly. "Pride and Prejudice is a masterpiece." Rebecca leans back in her chair, swirling her wine glass reflectively. "Personally, I find those stories a bit dull. All that talk of manners and marriage prospects. Don't you think, Pamela?"

The Psychopathology of Everyday Life" by Sigmund Freud." Jane flashed a smile. She was a middle-aged woman, petite, with a round face and the prettiest smile you could ever think of. She often wore a love-shaped glass and rested it on the bridge of her nose when she wanted to stare at you. She wasn't the only Librarian here. They were about 5 I had seen. But Jane had to be the best. She wasn't grumpy and didn't hate school children. She did her job with excitement and I believed she loved being a librarian.

Not because I thought she deserved it by any stretch of the imagination, but because I could tell that she wasn’t telling me something. And if there was one thing I knew for certain about Lilith, it was that she always wanted to look beautiful. Perhaps a hot bath and combing the knots out of her hair would loosen her tongue. When I made my way back to the main house, I found Jane sitting by herself in the parlor, swinging her legs in the large armchair by the window. She had a picture book open on her lap, but she wasn’t reading it. Rather, she was looking wistfully outside with a faraway expression on her face.

I said softly. She unwrapped it with the same gentleness, peeling back the paper to reveal a small bronze bookmark wrapped in tissue. It was old, beautifully engraved, with a quote etched in elegant lettering: You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. — Jane Austen. Annie went completely silent, running her fingertips across the metal like she was trying to memorize every curve. "Nate…" she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "It's beautiful."

She wore a long black dress and a long purple coat, for some reason Jane put an imaginary pointed witch's hat atop her curly hair. “We had better get away from here. Don’t want to make it too easy for them” she gave Jane a generous wink. Elizabeth stumbled in the snow, the personification of a pale overdressed porcelain doll. Creepy wide staring eyes. She had dark eyes and luscious blonde hair. She probably came from an entirely fair family but was the sole inheritor of brown eyes. She was wearing a red sweatshirt with some team emblem. She wore dark pants and a frilly plaid skirt, reminiscent of Jane's rebellious phase where she wore lots of black lace. She is so young Jane thought sadly lo

I preferred to go into a staring contest with an inanimate object that to look at Asher, who I might have consciously forgotten. A book on the shelf stood out, it was inconspicuously standing out among its peers; Jane Eyre. A classic I had gotten as a gift for my eighteenth birthday from Reene, thinking of my Reene my eyes began to tear up. I hadn’t contacted any one from home since and although it was barely twelve hours since I left, I could not help thinking of them.

"Although, not all of Dickens. Some of his stuff is boring. But 'Great Expectations'? That's a different story, pun intended. It's incredible!" "I had no idea," I replied, examining the gold leaf pages with interest. "I like fiction too. Can you recommend something else? I mean, I know you're still reading this one, so, you know, anything you've read recently?" "Of course I can!" Allen enthused, heading toward the bookshelf with a shy smile. "Ah yes, here it is! Try some Jane Austin. I think you'll love 'Pride and Prejudice'. Just don't tell anyone that I did too. Not too many men admit to liking it. But, you know, it's really good."

Well, aren't you his fan? "Do you have something else in mind?" he asks in a normal tone of voice, ignoring my question. How rude! I scowl, but I’m hardly affected. "Um . . . Northanger Abbey, Jane Austen," I tell him. "Or maybe . . . Sense and Sensibility?" I contradict my own choices, and he smiles at it. "Is Jane Austen your favorite?" he asks, a sweet glow in his cool eyes. "If we're speaking of Classic romance, then yes, she's my favorite. I prefer happy ending than tragedies, and Jane Austen always grants my wish." I go dreamy; oblivious of whom I'm talking to.

Pride and Prejudice. "Really? Jane Austen? I thought you'd have found some new novel for me! You were always complaining about looking for expanding my horizons." "And you were always going on about classics, Fifi. Come, sit here and read the book." Adi scooted over as he made space for her to sit but the sheer action of getting into bed with him made her tremble. 'Please remember that you are not a virgin, Fifi! You don't have to be so on edge!" Faith reminded herself failing to realize that she was addressing herself with the nickname he used.