Daphne Du Maurier Novels & Stories

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She fixed her dress as she noticed a few wrinkles, as if that would make her less old, scary and annoying, and then she strutted away. My stomach started rumbling again because of the smell of freshly baked bread coming from the kitchen. But eating was less of my worry now. I started walking to the exit, and before I could reach the lone door, I noticed a lady sitted in front of the fire. She was on the floor. Eating. “Martha? Is that you?” I asked her as I walked closer to confirm. “Mathilda, you scared me my child.” It was Martha. The head cook of the convent.

Anne haggard, Mary coarse, every face in the neighbourhood worsting, and the rapid increase of the crow's foot about Lady Russell's temples had long been a distress to him. Elizabeth did not quite equal her father in personal contentment. Thirteen years had seen her mistress of Kellynch Hall, presiding and directing with a self-possession and decision which could never have given the idea of her being younger than she was. For thirteen years had she been doing the honours, and laying down the domestic law at home, and leading the way to the chaise and four, and walking immediately after Lady Russell out of all the drawing-rooms and dining-rooms in the country. Thirteen winters' revolving fro

Harmony demanded, still looking everywhere. Vi laughed and knocked on the door, then she turned around. “You remember you movie, the DOUBLE? I had to look for houses like this for the woman that played the Psychic, I found this house but the director said it was too creepy for the setting. Later I discovered that the woman who owns it is actually really a psychic. Too bad, it would have been perfect.” **

Maybe one day he would find out but it now definitely isn’t that right time – not when you are looking for the missing girlfriend of one of your co-workers. Their mission is to head for one of the local haunts. The haunts are places where, for want of a better way of describing it is where people less than human hang out. Both of them have been to these haunts through the course of their time together with David, and in fact Edward’s first night on the job in Progression had taken him to one of these unholy places. They didn’t hold the same fear for the two of them that they once had.

If my sister and I were known as the famous double ‘D’s from our names, then this girl was the one who tried her hardest to make herself the third ‘D’. Her wavy brown hair framed her beautiful face and highlighted her round hazel eyes. Daphne is famous for her beauty and the long history of her family. Everything about her was welcoming and right and also only ever second to my sister and me. If Diana ranked first and me second, then Dahne would always rank third. The third ‘D’. The pale gold dress that she had on looked beautiful and was undoubtedly expensive. --To be continued…

“Do you want me to tell you about my mermaid?” “First, explain why you read books when your friend is visiting.” “Because we both like reading? What kind of question is that? You read constantly. You should understand.” “I read when I’m alone.” “That’s only half the fun. She reads really filthy books about bikers and mafia bosses, and I read historical romances full of ball gowns and elaborate courtship rituals. Then we read each other the best passages.” She was getting animated now, hands moving as she talked. “So Daphne ’s contributions are like ‘Jax and Teague ripped my clothes off and we had this insane threesome and I came five times,’ and mine are full-page descriptions of flowers blo

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I scanned my surrounding with my mouth wide open in excitement. As I stopped in front of one of the many shelves, I pulled out a green worn out a floral patterned novel from the section labeled old-time romance. My eyes enlarged when I noticed that the book was one of the first edition of Daphne du Maurier’s ‘Rebecca’. The book was in a good condition despite the outside appearance only hinting its growing age, I opened the mint-colored hardcover to reveal the first page of the book. ‘Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again....’

ARIA The house was quiet. Too quiet. I shut the door slowly, trying not to make a sound. Maybe if I moved soft enough, I could make it to my room without anyone seeing— “Wow.” I froze. Daphne leaned against the kitchen counter, wine glass in hand, eyes sharp and smug. “Well, well. Look who finally crawls home. Where were you last night, little coward?” I frowned. She tilted her head. “Let me guess. Hiding under your bed while the real hunters went out?”