Chapter 1 Of Pride And Prejudice Novelas e Histórias

He would come to her when he was ready, the way they worked, the way they had always worked once they stopped pretending they were anything other than what they were. She drank her coffee. She watched the street. She was home. End of Chapter 15

His sleek black hair was loose around his shoulders and he wore a white shirt, sleeves rolled up. "What are you reading?" His voice was cold. “Pride and Prejudice,” I said and he moved closer to the bookshelf across from where I sat, his long fingers traced the spines of the books. "Elizabeth Bennet refuses to bend to anyone's will," he said, his voice had that rough quality it got when he was thinking hard about something. "She's stubborn." "Like me?" I asked. "Exactly like you,” he said and he pulled a book from the shelf without looking away from me. Then he sat in the chair opposite mine, the fire crackled between us and he opened his book and started reading.

The story was just beginning. End of Chapter 140

Maddy’s POV My English literature class is raucous in their discussion of PRIDE AND PREJUDICE. The class drew a lot of female students because of professor Charlie, an attractive silver fox lecturer. He sat atop his table, coordinating the discussions. Everyone wanted to chime in on the argument of practicality vs romance. “I’m just saying…during their time it’s obvious why anyone would want to choose money over love. I don’t blame Charlotte,” one girl was saying.

Did she really think that just because her son married me, she could come take advantage of the Prescott family whenever she wanted? I could not take it anymore and slapped her hard across the face. "Tell me exactly what I have taken from you! What have my parents ever taken from you? All these years, my parents and I have never relied on the Prescott family for a single thing! Did you really need to guard against us like we were thieves?!" I growled, "Sure, the Prescott family is rich! But don't assume my parents and I are as petty as you! We don't take a single penny that doesn't belong to us!"

And curiosity, in my world, always ended in blood. END OF CHAPTER 1

Watching. His eyes didn’t blink. Didn’t waver. I was naked. Wet. Flushed. Fingers still between my thighs. He stepped forward. And I couldn’t breathe. --- End of Chapter One

“Maybe you could ask her for drinks and see where it goes. She's your type. From what Jane told me, I think you two would get along well.” “My type? You mean money hungry?” Mr. Darcy countered. My eyes widened. No one had ever called me money hungry before. “Ouch,” Charles replied, turning to look at his friend. “I didn't get that from her. What's your problem with her?” "She's wearing a designer gown she can't afford and bidding on items just for attention," Mr. Darcy explained. "She's just here to meet a rich husband, so she doesn't have to work her meaningless job. I doubt there's a brain cell in her head that actually functions."