Jane Austen Last Novels & Stories

"Jane Austin, I'm in a bit of a pickle here." "Sure Lia, I'll get there now. I was actually headed there already." Best friend to the rescue! **** "And that's the last one of them." Jane smiled, placing the last of the paper roses she had made inside the vase. Lia watched her wordlessly, not sure how to thank her. Jane had truly saved the day. Gone were the tacky, unprofessional decorations and now they all looked right, beautiful and perfect. "What do you think Lia? Did I do any better than those guys?"

She stood up and yelled, “What the hell do you think you’re doing? What gives you the right to insult my sister-in-law like that?” Jane’s eyes widened. She pretended to be shocked and asked, “Your sister-in-law? I’m afraid you have been deceived. Tessa was Mr Wentworth’s mistress five years ago and he got rid of her when his true love returned. I’m sure she’s trying to get back with him by using you. Don’t let her fool you.”

Her gaze moved between the two of them again, slower this time, her lips pressing into a small smile. What was it about this moment that felt different? Jane finished the last corner of the bookshelf, wiping her hands on the small towel tucked into her apron. She glanced at Charles, who was still on his newspaper, and Olivia, bowing slightly before leaving. Olivia’s gaze followed her as she left, her thoughts unraveling faster now that the distraction of Jane’s presence had dissipated. Her lips tightened as she sat there, grappling with a decision she had never imagined she’d make.

“You’ve already made your decision. You wanted someone powerful? You have me. You have Mr Smith. But instead, you’re pushing away everyone who wants the best for you....for another man in your life.” Her voice broke, just slightly. “I hope he doesn’t hurt you the way Ryan did. And, by the way, if you ever get married, please don't send me an invitation. I will not play a part in destroying your life.” “ Aunt Jane, please don’t do this,” I tried pleading with her. But she was already pulling her bag, dragging her suitcase out the door, making this so hard, making it bigger than it had any right to be. I kept talking, kept saying her name, but she wasn’t listening. She continued walking out, a

Sara either didn't hear it or purposely ignored it, but Jane suspected it was the latter when she said, "I know, Aunt. You're the strongest person I know. We love you, okay?" When was the last time anyone say this to her? Jane didn't bother hiding the emotion in her voice, "I love you, too. I'll see you soon." "I'll see you soon. Bye Aunt." Jane waited for her to hang up, but realized she was still on the line, not wanting to leave Jane first, and that was Jane breaking point. She quickly ended the call to finally let herself fall to her knees and weep for what she had lost. She wept for her ignorance to take Alexander as a challnage, how she marry him just for power.

The Very first moment I beheld him, my heart was irrevocably gone. ~ Jane Austen, Love and Friendship. There could have been no two hearts so open, no tastes so similar, no feelings so in unison. ~ Jane Austen, Persuasion. Violet He tasted like mine and yet he wasn’t. I didn’t know how that could be possible but it was and if all I could ever have of him was this connection between us then it’ll be what I’ll have.

She also had an A-average grade and would pick re-reading Kierra Cass' Selection Series to going to a party any day. In its essence, she had basically the best of both worlds, minus the Hannah Montana hassle. Everyone knew her personality and accepted her. "Yeah," I replied as I rummaged through my bag for my notes. "How hard could it be right? Jane Austen is pretty easy." Right. Tell that to your sore back, you avid procrastinator! "Yeah, if you were from the 19th century," she grunted as she pulled her books from her locker. "No. You just have to understand the concept." I had only understood it after reading someone's essay on it online. And no, I did not plagiarize. That's bad.

I told her that I would always be in her corner and support her in everything she did. Because she had me. She would always have me. What I didn’t tell her was that Austen was going to be dead by tomoroow. She released herself from the hug and laid back down. How she still had the energy after releasing pints of blood was beyond me. I joined her till we were facing each other, smiling. Her smile was sad, but it was still there and that was all that mattered. She was still beautiful and glowing like the moon goddess. “Since we’re doing confessions, I have another thing I’d like you to know and this one would be of particular interest to you.”

I had given her an incomplete pleasure, and it was evident in her behavior she wanted more. Jane put on her panties and fixed her skirt, trying to make it longer. She arranged her damp brunette hair and gave me a nod as she walked towards the door of my office. “Jane. My office, 7pm.” I said, and she smiled. “My pleasure Sir.” She replied and closed the door behind her.

“Who’s calling?” Jane’s heart skipped a beat. She did not reply immediately; instead, she told the old butler over the phone, “It’s late. Try and convince Mrs. Dunn that life must go on. Tell her to clean herself up and sleep early because tomorrow morning, she has to go and take care of your young master.” The old butler wanted to add something more, but Jane had already hung up. Only then did she raise her head. “It’s late. You should return to your room and go to bed, Mr. Stewart.” She indirectly tried to get rid of him.