Charles Dickens Famous Novels & Stories

This man was not making it out of tonight alive. The moment we stepped in, I realized just how out of place I was. There were famous people everywhere. Actors, models, musicians, influencers… People who probably had more money in a single shoe than I had in my entire bank account. Meanwhile, Maddie looked like she had ascended to heaven. "Oh my God, look! It’s Sabrina Greyson!" she whisper-yelled, pointing at a famous actress. "And over there—that’s Will Samuels!" Me? All I saw were reasons to run away.

The inside of the vehicle was hot because of the heater and he was suffocating with all the clothes he had to wear to cover himself. He arrived at the literature faculty and headed to the auditorium. The professor was talking about one of the most popular works in England. Pride and Prejudice. Jane Austen was one of his favourite authors because she wasn't afraid to write and describe things as she saw them in real life. He smiled because he knew everything the professor was saying. After all, he had already read all her books, maybe twice or more. In order not to waste time, he opened his book; The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe.

he sat on the bed, winking at me. I smiled and scooted closer to him. "You are the best PI I know." He chuckled. "I am the only PI, you know." "Nah, Sherlock Holmes, Rick Castle, Hercule Poirot, Philip Marlowe, Nancy Drew." I listed off, my love for books and series overflowing with every word. Dad ruffled my hair, "No comparing to fictional characters, you know that." I grinned. "I know."

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He nods. “Um.” What is the next logical thing to say? “Who do you like to read?” He looks surprised, like he’s said what he meant to say, and he wasn’t expecting a follow up. After a few seconds of blank-eyed blinking, he says, “Jack London. Robert Louis Stevenson. Uh. Jules Verne. Alexandre Dumas.” Except for Jack London, who they made us read at Moon Lake school, I’ve never heard of these guys.

he stated and went back to his phone. Then we had literature. The topic was classic genre. “Which English authors you can name from classic genre?” Mr. Adams asked. I raised my hand, but so did Raf, which caught me off guard. “Raf, please name them!” teacher asked. “Jane Austen, sisters Brontes, Charles Dickens and of course, William Shakespeare,” Raf stated. “Great! Who is your favorite author?”

Marie said. "All literary characters." Pearl said after hearing about them. "Their names. Oliver, that's Dickens. Holden, that's Salinger. Atticus, is Harper Lee and Maisie, that's Henry James and Kipling." "Yes!" Marie smiled. "Not many catch that, I am and always have been an avid reader and lover of literature." "Same here." Pearl said. She was failing in love with his parents too. And no mention of money and no hint of billions. Ian was a liar.

Lucas explained and I turned to him. “I’m really sorry about your mum,” I said sincerely. “What was her favorite thing to read?” Lucas turned to me with a small smile on her face “It was anything between children fiction- she loved the classics, everything written by Charles dickens- that was all she loved and she had an entire section dedicated to it. It’s phenom-“ “Someone is here.” Malcolm said hurridely as he interrupted us, his eyes were hard and focused on Lucas who looked equally as confused.

He too was dressed comfortably, he was sat up comfily in bed, an open book that most likely had his head buried in it, now sat in his lap, open but not even an after thought as he gazed at me. "Was that you secretly complimenting your choice of clothes?" I asked after the shock of his confession had passed over me. He chuckled but kept his eyes trained on me, it was making my stomach flutter and so I quickly changed the subject. "What book are you reading?" "Ah..." It was almost as if he had forgotten he was even reading until I mentioned it. He lifted it very briefly before plopping it once again back down on his legs. "Great expectations, by Charles Dickens. It's very old, but it's my one