George Eliot Novels & Stories

Ellery said. “Spoken like a true rich person.” That earned her another head-turn, but Ellery's mouth wasn’t quite as sulky as usual. In fact, Cole would even have gone so far as to say her expression was amused. “How do you know this stuff?” Ellery asked. “Georgette Heyer. Obviously.” “Oh.” She couldn’t see Ellery's eyes, but her tone suggested they were rolling. “Romances.” “What’s wrong with romances? And don’t give me some line about them being trashy or patriarchal or always having the same plot

"You think you’re still important, don’t you? That you’re still something special? Look at you. You’re just a sad little girl pretending to be strong. I could crush you without even trying." His grip tightened, and Eloise gasped, the pressure almost too much to bear. Her mind screamed for her to break free, but her body refused to move. She felt like she was suffocating. The room spun, the laughter of George’s friends echoing in her ears like a distant drumbeat. "You’re nothing," George whispered, his lips brushing her ear as he pulled her even closer. "You’re nothing but a pathetic woman who doesn’t even have the decency to beg."

Until, that is, Charlotte, the accident, and everything that has led up to the moment that I'm standing in my room, watching as my now ex-wife fights her exhaustion and fever. I grumble to myself, going to find someone to prepare a meal for myself, and some water and pain medication for Ella. I overhear the maid saying something as I hit the bottom stair: "You still act so hostile toward Miss Ella. She is so kind and down-to-earth. Why do you continue to treat her with disdain when you give such leniency to Miss Charlotte?" "I know George liked her. Ella, that is," Miss Cates replies. "It's obvious to anyone with eyes. George goes after, and even prefers, the most beautiful woman he can. He'

said Miranda to her daughter. After leaving Kent's mansion George was happy. He was bored with Lilly. He lost interest in her a long time ago. She didn’t do anything except for wasting his money on shopping for several clothes and make-up. For the last 1 year, he had several affairs in her back. Now that he had found a way to get rid of her he would not let this chance go. After seeing Lotus today he was astonished by her beauty even more. She was more beautiful and mature than before. George was determined to win over Lotus again. Seeing their past history it wouldn’t be hard for him to win her heart. Thinking about Lotus’s curvy George was feeling needy so he went to one of his mistresses

Elizabeth lifted her skirt up and kicked one of the pebbles. The General gaped at what she did but dismissed the thought already, " Well, I am not interested in getting married as of the moment. But I am searching for a woman who will eventually become my wife." " Oh, any potential wife in your mind?" "Hm..." he stared down at her lips, seduced by this strange woman's aphrodisiac lips. Elizabeth shrugged and looked up at him, " You should get yourself a wife if you don't want these women to stare at you lewdly."

she asked, her voice firm. Martha's eyes widened in shock as she revealed the depth of her actions. "Mrs. George, I have done a lot more harm and killed innocent souls, just because of this mission," she said, her voice trembling. Mrs. George's expression changed from shock to disgust. She smiled, but it was a cold, calculating smile. "Are you having a soft spot for Vivian, Listen Martha, You did all that just so you could become the most famous and respected woman on earth," she spat. "You did that for money, for power, for people to bow to your feet, you're a monster, Martha," Mrs. George said, her voice dripping with malice. "A monster with a beautiful face and a charming smile”.

Eliot has another woman, why can’t I have another man? “This is definitely from a man,” I muttered with a dry, bitter scoff. “Such double standards… he didn’t see the part of the post where Eliot brought his mistress home or wanted to divorce me. He didn’t see it. Or even that the mistress is pregnant. He didn’t see any of that! Rather what he got was me wanting to be with other men. And I never even said any of that!”

... "I am so sorry, this isn't what I meant when I said I was hoping we bond by hanging out, I am so embarrassed," Georgiana said "You do not say," I answered offended that she felt the need to apologize "You owe me no apology, None of their words lifted a feather off of me, rather it shows how interesting The elites think" "You sound like you aren't one yourself," She said smiling "Well, I am considered an annoying Actress, in their circle, I mean my whole life and career is about putting up a show I might as well be a clown to them"

George, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, was the first to break the silence. "Aww... My darling, so sorry to scare you!" George's voice carried a playful tone, blending amusement and affection. "By the way... You are looking gorgeously amazing, beautiful, charming, enchanting... a heartthrob beauty..." George attempted to continue the shower of compliments, but his words stumbled under the sheer weight of admiration. Emma and Mariam, thoroughly entertained by his poetic attempts, exchanged amused glances.

She called out to the two figures working in the courtyard, "Mr. and Mrs. Miller!" Neither of them turned around. She called again and again. At that distance, there was no way they hadn't heard her. Helena continued scattering seeds along the row. "Old man, is this right? We're going too far, aren't we? She stayed with us for a while. Elara doesn't seem like a bad person." George never looked up. He spat into his palms and continued working the soil. "You've got a lot to learn about these things. If you could judge a person's character just by looking at them, you wouldn't still be with an old man like me.