Chapter 1 Wuthering Heights Novels & Stories

The burn is immediate. It starts in my vein, a white-hot fire that races up my arm and spreads across my chest like wildfire. I gasp. My back arches. Every nerve in my body lights up at once, screaming, poison, poison, poison. But I don't scream. I bite my lip until it bleeds. I dig my nails into my palms. I stare at the ceiling and count the cracks in the stone and refuse, refuse, to give him the satisfaction of hearing me break.

Like leaving would be harder than walking in had been. Like this wasn’t the end of the mistake. It was only the beginning. End of Chapter 1

I went inside and searched for Shweta. Suddenly I heard a girl's shouting and voice is none other than Sh...Shweta. I calmed down myself and ran upstairs. My heart is beating frantically in my chest...fearing something bad going to happen. I pushed the door open and the scene made colours drained out of my face. So guys here's the chapter. Now we are going have rollercoaster ride from here. Share your opinions on this chapter. Stay safe and healthy. Keep reading.

The gold flowers pulsed, and the watcher's attention wrapped around her, warm and soft. The story was not over. The story was just beginning. End of Chapter 133

Dante said. Elian held his wine glass. "Not a resolution," he said. "Not a completion. An — opening." He paused, finding the right word. "The last chapter is the first morning of the next year. The character wakes up and the house is exactly as it was when he arrived and also completely changed because he is. And he makes coffee. And the person he loves is still asleep. And he stands in the kitchen in the early light and he knows—" He stopped. "What does he know?" Dante said.

Then she said softly, “This is just life now.” Alexander answered without hesitation. “Yes.” And there was no longer anything to compare it to. Only what was here. Still continuing. Still real. End of Chapter One Hundred and Twelve

Vince intertwined their fingers as he moved inside Lina, looking at her face, kissing her neck, her lips and murmuring his feelings for her. A few days later, Maddie went to college to review the last details of the play, which would be the next day. While waiting for Nico, who was left to pick her up, someone approached her. “Maddie?” [1]Excerpt from Catherine Earnshaw's speech, in Wuthering Heights, by Emily Brönte. Vince changed some words to fit there.

I can tell whatever in the box it's not good and if my husband upset this bad that's mean I will be to I don't want to put the baby at risky even though I want to know what in the box sigh I will not touch it I said to Allen. He then got up and said let me know when Sir Charles get here I'm going to the gym I reply back ok while I watch him walk away. I ordered some food for us for dinner I went and set the table up for dinner now watching TV I hear the doorbell it was the food I ordered I pay the delivery guy than set the food up on the table when I was done I hear the doorbell ring again I open it come in Sir Charles then close the door behind him.

I walked angrily down the hallway on the way to my own bedroom and laid down. Groaning, I grabbed one of my English Lit books, 'Wuthering Heights,' and tried to get some reading done. That was a mistake… Cathy and Heathcliff were at least 20 years apart in age, at least that was what the analytical footnotes in my academic copy told me. Well, I'd succeeded in distracting myself from Bethany, but now Ellis crept back into my mind.

The butler worriedly said. I smiled and shook my head. “It was fine, it didn't hurt much. By the way, what was that hard thing that made my forehead almost numb?” “Uhh... my chest?” Huh? END OF CHAPTER 15