Fanfiction Jane Austen Novels & Stories

“This visit was unexpected, I know. I should respect you more and give you space to think of things, but this is who I am, Eve. For you, I’m impatient and selfish. Next time, let’s meet whenever and wherever you want. I’ll meet you there.” He put on his denim, unbuttoned. Exposing the upper part of his rippled chest. He fixed them on as he went out. *** Getting home, Jane wore a pink jumpsuit, resting her back on two giant pillows with her legs on the bed. She was reading ‘EVE’ by Rose George, which was her favourite book on W*****d. Alice had a navy blue culotte dress with her black hair held up in a loose bun. A worried look spread across her freckled face as she stared at Jane.

She replied and closed the door behind her. Even though I had Jane all to myself and she satisfied me perfectly, my brief fantasies about fucking that maid didn’t cease. I still dreamt about her daily, waking up to see my trousers wet all the time. Lucky for me, Fiona had never noticed it. I thought maybe, just maybe, Jane would do the job of driving that woman from my mind, but I was solely mistaken. I needed to fuck her as well to get over these dreams. Now the problem is where is she. Last I heard, she was in jail. I guess being an intruder in my dreams wasn’t enough. She murdered people as well.

I mean he is very happy, and you are bent on making him jealous which I can say is the most stupid thing I have ever done. Celine, I haven't showed him what he wants to see. I haven't even posted pictures of Jace and i. So that night, he may just think it was a nobody I kissed Elena!!! You are so annoying. When last did Stefan call you? Has he even called you at all? ... You see Elena. He doesn't care about you. He is enjoying his miserable life and you should enjoy yours too. Jace is the best personality I have ever met and I wish I were In your shoes, I wouldn't

Also there is a powerful feeling from her aura running through me, I didn’t understand how that was possible because only Alpha’s have powerful aura’s. I didn’t had long to think about it, cause the warmth and love I felt with it fated away. Instead I could feel doubt, anger and pain. Lots and lots of pain. I can feel the pain of her miscarriage, the pain of what her parents did to her, the abuse of man. I had a hard time not showing Jane what her feelings did to me. My whole body was in agony. I can feel Jane freeze under me and quicky I get up and stare at her to find out what is wrong with her. Her eyes are closed and there is a tear rolling down her cheek. I try to feel her but I can’t f

He started to help her unpack her books, glancing at the spines as they started to shelve them in a tiny bookshelf that wouldn’t hold even half of her collection. Jane Austen, Charlotte Brontë, Elizabeth Gaskell, John Keats, Shakespeare, Virginia Woolf, Charles Dickens—so many books, most of which had clearly been read over and over again. Some were falling apart, barely glued together. When he took out a copy of Frankenstein, the cover fell off entirely. “Oh, poor guy. This one has been through a lot.” Rose took the book from him, smiling. That smile burst something inside him. Something hot, something dangerous. Something that felt exactly like longing. He caught his breath and forced hims

I pulled up my pants while she pulled her dress back down. “Did you miss me that much” She giggled. “You know it” I laughed. She went about the kitchen making dinner and acting like the perfect little housewife. This one would be easier to break, she did not have a job like Charlotte did. All Jane wanted to do was be a housewife. The silly cow thought I would start a family with her, little did she know I had the snip when I was still in my twenties. No way in hell was I having kids.

“What else can I do? Why cling to a marriage without love? Benjamin has someone else in his heart. Should I just sit around and keep hurting myself?” “I’ve been reading some novels recently… and I really don’t get the female leads in them. The male lead clearly loves someone else, but she still begs to marry him. What does she get in return? Humiliation, scorn, being pregnant and dumped—and then she has to run away with the baby? What’s the point?” Fanny: “…” She scratched her nose. Something felt off about Amanda. “Hey, hey, Amanda. I think you misunderstood. I was talking about Jennifer—why you’re not retaliating against her. Not about you and Benjamin.”

My life had never been constant, I was uprooted from my house as a child, uprooted from the strip club and I didn't want to get too used to Matteo's mansion. As I read, my thoughts kept wandering to Matteo, the dark lord. But did I want a love that could transcend pride and prejudice, a love that could transform their world. The words on the page became a canvas for my fantasies. I wasn't just reading the book, I was immersing myself in the mind of Jane Austen. I imagined a different life. What would have happened if Matteo hadn't met me at the cellar door and if he wasn't the dark lord? Maybe I was a waitress and he was a normal college student?

Jane argues, and I hiss. “You didn’t see him when we were little. That innocent-looking devil once threw me off the rooftop and didn’t blink until I hit the ground and broke literally every bone in my body. I had to do rehab for eight years. Call him good again, and I shall invoke my anger on you. You ridiculous pick me, girl.” Jane pouts, pointing a finger at me, “Nope! I’m not a pick me.” “Yes, you are…” I retort, watching as she fumes, “You just picked A-Jun, a man. Over me.”

he smiled as he placed a soft kiss on her lips. She was so engrossed with the feeling of esctacy until he slide into her body and she moaned out loud. She wrapped her legs around him and pushed her hips forward which was like a signal that she liked it. Their bodies continued moving in rhythm until they both let out a cry and collapsed besides each other on the bed. Jane opened her eyes,she couldn't believe it was an imagination. She looked at her body as saw that she was wet from her imagination. "It felt so real"she said to herself sadly.