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He follows it up with silk hand gloves which he drops on my palms. Quietly, I follow his orders, taking care not to rip the hand gloves with my hastiness. "You can open it now." He pronounces. "You can't get much cleaner than that." With shaky hands, I skim the hand cover of the book, running my fingers through it and feeling the hard leather beneath my tips. Flipping it open, I stare in shock at the words written there. Pride and prejudice. Written by Jane Austen. Edited by William Gifford.

I got out a dense packed book and quickly went back to Reuben in bed. He looked confused and disheveled; his inquisitive gaze fell on the book in my hand. He asked, "What is that?" I, in turn, proudly presented it to him, "Lo and behold Your Highness, this right here in my hand is the 5th popular limited edition of Busty Asian Babes. I heard it is so stimulating that you can release at any time." Reuben with book in hand, "..........."

His mom is hellbound of breaking us apart and here I am pregnant with his son baby. Deciding to roam around for a bit I enter the local library, it's close to 4 pm. By now almost everyone is rushing to get back home except for the nighttime workers. Entering the library, I breathe in the smell of old books and covers. Walking towards the romance genre I search for pride and prejudice. Liam likes to read books and loves to collect different books ranging from romance to supernatural. I came across pride and prejudice from cleaning his desk. Reading the first chapter I was intrigued by Elizabeth mother. Her character is a funny one yet annoying if it was a real person. Flipping to the second c

I mentally made a note of it. I kept studying for awhile trying to keep my thoughts at bay and once I was done with it, it was only 7 am. I still had time to kill and he was sleeping soundly. I didn’t want to wake him up so I decided to take a look at the house and went through the rooms from the left of his bedroom. I found his study room, a gym, and two guest bedrooms. This place was so fucking huge and I loved the style of it. I looked neat and clean. As I was admiring the house, I came across a huge room and entered. My jaw dropped to the floor looking at the bookshelf in front of me. My eyes gleamed with joy and I went to scan the room. It looked cozy and I could see myself curled up in

I was admiring a painting when the sound of classic music filled the air and I turned to see Hawk beside the vinyl player. "It's time for you to check the room and see the beauty of what the bed can give us, Mrs. Pride." I squealed when he suddenly carried me, throwing my head back and laughing when he started running upstairs. I was so happy that I momentarily forgot all my problems, and what the future holds for us.

"I want to know everything about you." "Aiden—" She shivered as my lips found that sensitive spot behind her ear. "I can't—I'm trying not to think about—" "I know." I tightened my arms carefully around her. "So let me help you think about something else. Something good." She was quiet for a moment, then: "Pride and Prejudice. The original, not any of the retellings." "Why that one?" I pressed another kiss to her neck, feeling her pulse flutter beneath my lips.

“He never mentioned you.” “Good,” the woman said. “That means he kept his promise.” She rose slowly, joints creaking, and walked to a cabinet against the far wall. Unlocking it, she withdrew a box wrapped in faded red cloth. “He left this. Said it was meant for the one who would carry the lion’s heart.” Elena reached for it, her fingers trembling. Inside the box was a single book, its cover embossed with the lion crest and the words Sanguis et Superbia — Blood and Pride.

She wove it carefully into her hair, securing an artful twist that suggested elegance without effort. The final item waited in tissue paper, modest yet precious beyond measure. Her well-worn copy of Pride and Prejudice bore the gentle scars of countless readings, its spine creased from years of seeking comfort in Austen’s wit. She had been clutching this very book the day she first encountered Henry Wynthorne properly, not merely as her parents’ friends’ son, but as a man whose laugh could illuminate an entire room. He had glanced at the cover with genuine curiosity, and she had treasured that moment of shared literary interest ever since. Perhaps tonight, she might finally find the courage

His sleek black hair was loose around his shoulders and he wore a white shirt, sleeves rolled up. "What are you reading?" His voice was cold. “Pride and Prejudice,” I said and he moved closer to the bookshelf across from where I sat, his long fingers traced the spines of the books. "Elizabeth Bennet refuses to bend to anyone's will," he said, his voice had that rough quality it got when he was thinking hard about something. "She's stubborn." "Like me?" I asked. "Exactly like you,” he said and he pulled a book from the shelf without looking away from me. Then he sat in the chair opposite mine, the fire crackled between us and he opened his book and started reading.