Chapter 1 Wuthering Heights Novels & Stories

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 1 "𝐴 𝑤𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑... 𝐴 𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑖𝑡..."

“Deal. Though, if you do fall off, I’ll quote something dramatic from Wuthering Heights to make it a tragic moment.” “Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that,” I muttered, but his playful words made me feel a little more at ease. “Also, Wuthering Heights? I don't think I’ve read that.” “It’s an amazing novel about destructive and flawed love,” he explained, getting onto the motorcycle. “The story revolves around the intense and tumultuous relationship between Heathcliff, an orphan, and Catherine Earnshaw, the daughter of his adoptive family.” “Drama! I guess I’ll have to read it,” I said once I was strapped in behind him, holding on tightly.

Chapter 18– The Heirs Awaken Pain that was the first thing Ethan felt. Sharp. Burning. Every breath hurts. Every movement sent agony through his body. The forest spun around him. Enemy wolves circled from every direction. Their eyes gleamed in the darkness. Patient. Waiting. Like predators surrounding wounded prey. Blood dripped from Ethan's shoulder. His knees threatened to buckle. But he refused to fall. Refused to show weakness. Not now. Not when his family needed him.

I'm sick of your replacement already and I've only been here for half an hour. She said, "Never mind it. I'm going to pass out passages from the book in a few seconds. I require you to analyze it and answer questions about the first chapter; the first chapter is only two pages so it shouldn't be too much work. After that, I will pass another sheet out of the passages from chapter two. You will repeat the same thing I've asked you to do for chapter one. Do you all understand?" We all nodded and she continue, "Now, does anyone want to read the profound opening of Austen's novel? How about you, Ms. Smith?"

Nadazhda's eyes dropped close with the intensity of the pain in her head, her consciousness slipping in and out before settled on the dark world, not after hearing an angry growl. How was the chapter? Please do comment and share. Thank you for reading ♥

I'd done what any sensible person would've; I went on live TV and apologized, what more do they want? I stood up and ambled to my bookshelf, I picked a random book and trudged outside. The day was nice and pleasant, the kind that made you want to be outside and at the same time too lazy to go. I parked my butt on the chair at the backyard and looked down at the book in my hands. "Aww men!" I groaned. The book on my hands was none other than Wuthering Heights. I groaned again. Oh well! Might as well see what happens to Heathcliff.

They all spilled out on to a large lawn where right in front of them, there stood a view, straight out of a Thomas Kinkade painting with a large mansion; "Welcome to Hale Academy!" xXxXx (End of Chapter One Word Count: 1972 Total Word Count: 7637)

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Author's Note You do not have to earn the right to be cared for here. Eight words. She has no framework for them. She is going to think about those eight words for the next forty chapters. Chapter 39 is the wolf doing something she cannot explain or control.

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