Novel & Cerita Is My Lady Jane Based On A Book

JOAN'S POV I stared at her in shock. She was the lady from the armor room, the one who was stating at me. She's real. I thought it was just a figment of my imagination. I bowed my head respectfully "Good afternoon, Lady Irene." She was seated by the window, looking at her laptop. The sunlight shone on her skin. As I looked up, I couldn’t help but marvel at her beauty. The magazines and blogs that featured her did her no justice. In person, Lady Irene was breathtaking. Her porcelain skin glowed and her pretty brown eyes twinkle in the sunlight. She had long and luscious auburn hair.

i just stood there watching her till i couldn't get a glimpse of her again. mauriel pov Alot of things to be done today i said to myself as , it was time to keep the ball rolling, i left Heedah in the house, i wonder what she has been up to this day's she just doesn't buy the idea of following me out so i went alone. i stepped out the day wandering About till i stumbled in a shop full of books,the care keeper advised me to get a journal in which i did so i could always keep memories of events or things without forgetting them,i also got some other things i will be needing,"hi... am Veronica ,i have never seen you around here before are you new? she asked "yes i am i was actually getting book

“It's okay, I also just walked straight, didn't look to the right or left.” “It's Jane Eyre.” Diana couldn't help herself when she saw the cover of one of the books on the front in her arms. “I also have one at home.” “Oh yeah?” the woman glanced at her book and smiled shyly. “I was on vacation in Bandung and purposely bought a lot of books as a friend of my boredom. From the synopsis at the back of the book, it seems like an interesting book.” “It is very interesting. This is a romance book from old English literary writings, first published in 1847 and the love story still survives today.” Diana rolled her eyes. “When Charlotte Brontte published it that year, it generated a lot of controve

The lady said She mouthed an O before collecting it and smiled gratefully before turning around to leave. “Why would Nikita suddenly ask me to get tea from a person outside the palace when there are a lot of maids who can possibly make many cups of tea she wants?” She wondered and walked out slowly but the banging of the door was heard and she knew instantly that the lady had gone inside. “There’s something wrong.” Jane thought and walked home. She got to the mansion and went straight to the kitchen but she made sure that no one was there to witness what she was doing. “What do I do?” She bit her lips as she walked around with the cup placed on the table.

With her wedding approaching, she became the center of attention. Whenever people spoke about me now, they simply shook their heads. “Lady Leanora… What a waste of her title as the Royal City’s finest noble lady.” “Exactly. She’s beautiful, elegant, educated, and skilled in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. However, with a sister like that beside her, what can she offer?” One day, Rosalind cornered me in the study and pressed her hand down on my brush.

He watched the door open slowly and a lady came in view, she was putting on a thin strap long black gown that glued to her body like a leech accentuating her figures and also exposing the top of her cleavages. Liam cocked a brow at the audacity this lady had to step into his office. Jane's heart skipped a bit as she ogled at the handsome man in front of her. "Well hello Mr Grayson" she greeted him biting her lower lip. Liam's eyes showed pure disgust at the lady who was walking towards him slowly. "Who gave you the right to step into my company?" Liam barked at her as soon as she came near him. Jane let out a sly smile, she believed that she could trap Liam into her clutches just like she di

“Congratulations, my Lady.” Matilda smirked. “You’ve been loyal, Jane. That won’t go unrewarded.” She reached into her handbag and pulled out a thick envelope filled with crisp bills. She tossed it onto the seat beside Jane. “This is for you. As long as you remain faithful to me, you will never lack.” Jane’s eyes widened as she picked up the envelope with trembling hands. “Thank you, my Lady! I will always be loyal.” Matilda’s lips curled. “Good. Now, take another sum and distribute it to those who helped spread the rumors. Let them know that as long as they continue to support me, there will be more of this.”

★★★★ Isabella slept well at night because she was tired from the journey. Her mind was calm and peaceful, otherwise different thoughts would find a way to disrupt her sleep every night. The journey during the day did not go in vain, as she concluded that the book she had read was a replica. But that didn't mean that she had believed everything that woman said. Although her words were enough to get her attention, she still believed that the woman was not entirely truthful. How can a book choose a person? Isn't it too much for someone to believe?

The minute I stepped into the mansion, I saw Sawyer standing with his back to me, facing Lady Jane. "What do you mean?" Sawyer asked her, his voice tinged with worry and confusion. "The minute you left, she ran to your office and then out of the mansion. I don’t know why she kept telling you she was sick and needed to rest when she was planning to leave all along," my heart sank as Lady Jane played her dirty game. She might not realize it, but this wouldn’t just create a rift between mates--it could put my life in danger. "She was in my library?" It was as if he was talking to himself. My heart skipped inside my chest when hearing the skepticism in his voice. He was already pondering my acti

Lenora I was so restless, but couldn't shut my eyes. TV didn't help, so I reached out for one of the novels I had seen in the library, "Pride and Prejudice." I tried to immerse myself in the lives of Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy, but when I adjusted the angle of my desk lamp, the pages blurred, and with each turn, my interest waned. My mind wandered to CJ and Kia in the bedroom. It was ironic because she had more right to him than I did. She was his wife, and I was just the other woman.