Novel & Cerita Fanfiction Jane Austen

a fantasy novel written by Worthwhile novels. "I hate you dan for hurting Jessie, she loves you and sacrifices everything for you…men are scum," Jeanne shouted. It was as if she read a true life story, forgetting it was just a fiction of a writer. Xena jumped on the bed, and she stood up hurriedly," What is it?" comes out of Xena's mouth, she was sleeping already, and she thought Jeanne had left for the king's chamber. Seeing the novel in her hand brought out an angry hiss. A hiss broke out of Xena's mouth, and she looked at Jeanne disdainfully.

Jane cocked her brows, her eyes glimmering with mischief, resembling an enchanting fairy, incredibly alluring. She asked, "You’ll take everything?" Zachary's Adam's apple bobbed as he nodded. Jane laughed, articulating every word. "You... can’t... satisfy... me..." Seeing Zachary's ever-changing and unpleasant expression brought her a sense of satisfaction. "As a man, you can't even handle this much, yet you keep complaining to me. I prefer a man who is better in bed. Sorry, Mr. Collins, you're getting old."

He said, “I feel flustered. I’m afraid that after giving me so many things, you’ll say, ‘You’re a good man, Remy, but I’m not good enough for you. Let’s break up.’” Elisa laughed. “Have you been reading novels like Jasmine does? You must’ve read too much to have such a wild imagination.” “A person who reads many novels doesn’t necessarily have a rich imagination, but those who write novels definitely do. My sister-in-law used to write novels as a part-time job. She continued writing even after marrying my brother and even finished a book. However, she stopped writing when she found her biological parents because there were too many things going on back then.” Nevertheless, Jane was ready to

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

It was one of the few moments where it was just Jane and me, not that I didn't enjoy little Theo's presence, but it was a rare moment where we could be as intimate as we'd like with each other. It was pretty dark by the time we came down, so I decided to stay near the living room fireplace and set up a fire to keep us warm through the night. Jane's eye's sparkled as the flames grew bigger and bigger until they reached a roaring fire. Although she tried to keep her voice quiet, I heard her mumbling about how it reminded her of a scene in one of her romance books where a couple snuck into a barn to hide from the rain and started a fire to keep themselves warm as they stripped out of their clot

It began to rain; the cold droplets tapped against the window, making me shiver as the rain intensified. “Help!” I screamed, my voice trembling. “Someone please help me!” My voice deepened with fear. “I'm here, Jane. You are safe,” I looked up and found Austin seated beside me. “You had a bad dream,” he said, reaching out to me. I felt his warmth. “I'm here; you are safe,” he murmured. “What's wrong?” he asked, staring deeply into my eyes. The sensation of my body pressing down and his intense gaze made me feel an unexpected pleasure. I looked at how soft his lips would feel on mine, and a surge of warmth coursed through me as I realized I was beginning to crave his presence.

Fiona’s POV I sat on the edge of my bed for a long time, staring at the bouquet of red roses on the table. Their sweet scent clung to my nose, almost mocking the chaos in my chest. My pussy still twitched from the thought of Austin's touch, from the way his fingers had drawn pleasure out of me so gently, yet my mind kept drifting back to Jalen. A few hours later, I heard my phone buzz as I walked to the table where the flowers were seated, quickly dusting some dust off my hands before picking it up.

She was a woman who could actually resist the seduction of many men, but it wasn't easy for a man to resist her's. She took her eyes off the man and brought it to the counter, the receptionists were also staring at her, it was as if they had never seen such beauty their whole life, men were already fantasizing about the dirty acts and even some women wished they were lesbians so they could feel those juicy ass of hers, but apparently, miss Jane was in no mood for that. Miss Jane resumed her movement, then stopped at the counter, the receptionist here was a man, so she smiled as soon as she noticed the tensed aura on him, she was very sure he was hard right now, but she didn't care.

His kiss was every time feel like conveying something to me, like anger, pain betrayed heartbreaking but I couldn't able to understand it when a kind of different emotions he pour in that kiss. To be continued.................... A/P "There is a stubbornness about me that never can bear to be frightened at the will of others. My courage always rises at every attempt to intimidate me." ~Jane Austen"

I yelled out, more of a rebuke of his lasting presence in my head, than of the figure behind the door. Not long after his departing footsteps fell on the floor with a heavy thud, I heard an ecstatic voice downstairs. Since the maids were all gone. I could only make a guess…that blonde Lucifer. I searched for a book in one of my luggages that held the books that formed my mini library, and dug out Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice.