Jane Austen Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I force them free and draw back. "It was never supposed to be this way. With Quinn and I. It just happened but it doesn't mean anything. When it's time for me to leave, Quinn will let me and if he doesn't, I'll find my way to escape. I don't need your help... I don't want to birth non-existing ideas into your head." "I don't care. love you, Jane." "You have a fiance!" His eyes rolled off me. "Anika loves you and you know it! Yet you punish her like this? She tells me a lot about you two. She trusts me! I wouldn't betray her like this. Don't make me betray her!"

JANE I heard the words leave my mouth before I could stop them. "It's only fair to end this with a little bit of crass, is it not?" His eyebrows went up. Interest flickered across his face. I stood, tucking the bills into my purse with deliberate slowness. Five hundred dollars. That was textbooks and maybe even groceries that weren't ramen. My hands weren't shaking anymore. I was Jailbird now. Fully Jailbird. Jane Puckett was locked away somewhere safe.

Aside from that… [“Don’t ever come and see him again. I hate him. We don’t need someone like him.” Jane sighed sharply after recalling what Eugene said to her before. Her feet ceased as she thought of the plan on how she’ll deal with Eric’s condition if Eugene hates his father so much. “This will be a long battle,” she whispered with a nod. Turning her head, Jane saw her reflection through the mirror. She’s wearing a peach dress and white doll shoes. Jane put light make-up on and she tied her jet-black hair half. Seeing her image, she broke into a smile. Jane is naturally gorgeous from head to toe. Her hair is shining black, in contrast to her pale skin that is as white as snow. Her eyes are

But he was always texting me and asking me to hang out. I mean...don't get me wrong. I didn't entirely hate the situation. Two hot guys chasing after plain ole Jane while other girls in school burn from jealousy? Is this supposed to be a beautiful dream or a nightmare?

She felt special, beautiful and more desirable than any woman on earth. Which was an illusion. She wasn't, and she'd never be. She was still Emma Green even if Daniel Rohan wooed her. Emma Green, who had made every wrong decision a girl could make when it came to men. Who had sworn that the next man she went out with would be the marrying kind. The ordinary kind. The boring kind. The sponge moved down to the juncture of her thighs, and then the sponge disappeared and it was his hands, his fingers, that touched her just so… She would think later.

I walk by and go inside the house without waiting for her to answer with another comment. I don’t want Scarlett anymore, I only want Jane in my arms. I’m to tired for now to talk to Scarlett and explain everything to her. So for now I will just go to bed. When I enter the second floor I can see that my doors are closed. I walk very quietly towards the doors and open them to see if everything is okay with Jane. When I look inside I can see her sleeping on my bed. She looks so cute and beautiful when she sleeps. Even if she is laying there with her thumb in her mouth. I chuckle softly and close the door.

Olivia gave her another kiss and whispered, "Still think there is something wrong with you?" Jane laughed and looked up at her friend. She looked incredibly sexy- those pouty lips, eyes drunk with desire, hair perfectly messed. And Olivia's hand had found her way into her own panties. Clearly Olivia was very turned on too. Jane, feeling bolder than she ever had, knew what she wanted. She wanted to feel Olivia's soft body under hers. She wanted to taste Olivia. She wanted to feel Olivia come while her mouth was buried in her pussy. She wanted to hear Olivia scream her name.

I swear that this guy moves like a ghost. I sat down on the couch, I realised that there was a book on the table. I took it and it was one of my favourite author, it was Jane Austen and it was a first edition. I can only wonder how much it must have caused. Pride and Prejudice will always be my all time favourite literature. All in all I can say that being married doesn't seem to bad from where I was standing.

Jane stared intensely at her plate, keeping her face locked in a mask of supreme, bored indifference while her ears burned bright crimson. "A voodoo spell," Jane muttered dryly, taking a very slow bite of her pasta. "Sounds exhausting." "Totally exhausting," Allan agreed instantly, shooting Jane a sideways look of sheer, gleeful panic. "Honestly, if I were the mystery girl, I’d run for the hills. Can you imagine dating a man who looks at you like you're a hostile takeover target?" "I don't know," Julia sighed dreamily, resting her chin in her hands. "If William Reynold looked at me the way he looked at that blurry woman in the photos, I'd let him throw me down a ravine."

“Oh that is fine you should try to make it up to her okay?” She smiled. “Of course.” I walked up to her back and I whispered. “ I really like this.” “Like what?” She asked, turning to face me. “The naked you.” I teased. She immediately grabbed her dress and pushed me away blushing. “God… how long will you keep this up.” Before I could respond to her, someone knocked on the door and both of us paused. Jane blinked in confusion. “Are you expecting someone?” I frowned. “No.”