Jane Austen's Last Novels & Stories

Truthfully after struggling with Austin a few years, I realized the world of the rich was totally different from that of the normal people. The way Madam Wilson talked, the Aura she carried was something I have always looked up to. She was that woman no one dares to disrespect. As much as she might look very fiesty, she is the nicest person I have crossed paths with all my life. “This will be my last ball party! As you all know old age is taking over” she stated and laughter filled the whole room. In another few seconds, everyone became quiet again.

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.

Never a bloody day she didn’t visit my thought, but she was married and she betrayed my trust, so it had to end one way or another. I did a great job of ignoring her messages and her calls until she finally gave up. But not quite on forgetting her though. I still missed her. Terribly. “Westley.” I locked the door after me, and Austen was inspecting the entire place. I realized they have something in common; their posture, the shape of their faces especially their lips. Dear, God. “Linton, are you there?” I blinked and shook my head. “Yeah, I’m here. Do you happen to have a brother?”

I responded with a friendly smile. "The essay on Mrs. Allison's book right?" "Jane Austen Mr. Kings.. Jane Austen." She corrects and shakes her head, walking away with a tired sigh. After Flips finished collecting everyone's papers, she resumed discussing Allison's book and its relevance to life. Although I tried to pay attention, listening about Mrs. Darcy over and over again was becoming boring leading me back into my wonderous thoughts about why Brown walked out on me. Right- you might be wondering who Brown is.

with a stuttering voice, slightly bending my knees and standing upright again "Go through the file, sort out the ones belonging to LJ boutique and pile the rest of it. Someone else would come pick it up on Monday morning, and we can't give any excuses. Do you understand what I mean to say?" "Ye... ah, yes Ma" I heard myself stuttering, with her elegant beauty, I couldn't tell why Jane had no man in her life, perhaps her saucy personality couldn't get her a man of her own "Azelia, do you hear me?" jerked me off my thoughts "What did I say?" "Yes, I have to sort the LJ file and arrange the others, someone else will come for it" repeated her statement

She fakenly blurted out while rolling her eyes at the back of her. Amira was so blessed to have a servant and a friend like Agnes. She's always there for her. She was happy that she sounds so proud of her. "Thank you, Agnes and Jake. Tell father about my achievement, okay?" She set her herd high with confidence. "Sure, my princess. Your wish js our command!" Agnes mumbled. Jake put their dead prey to the huge net they brought. He groans when he pulled it with him. "This is a bit heavy, you know. Can we slow down a little?" Jake requested gasping for his breath.

“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

She smiled up at the other woman. "It's nice to talk to an adult. Clarissa sleeps all day, and although I love the children, I sometimes think I might pull out all my hair if I don't hear an adult's voice." Jane sank gracefully into the chair Amelia had just vacated. "By the time she gets up, I'm ready to call it a night." She yawned and poured herself a cup of tea. "It seems I'm turning into an old lady. I want to go to bed earlier and earlier." Her laughter was soft, inviting Elina to join in at the absurdity of a woman her age going to bed just after sunset. Elina shifted back in her chair so the shadows could soften her appearance. An observant person would notice she continued to lose w

“Who are you? Are you a she-devil who possesses hardworking ladies' bodies?” “Haha, you really need to stop reading novels. It is affecting your reasoning,” Olivia joked. Since she would be saying goodbye to Jane soon, she decided to show her the good part of herself. After all, Jane took her as a friend rather than a boss. She always makes sure to assist Olivia every time she needed help. “That is the only thing I probably can't do. The book males are too hot, but not as hot as my Aziel,” Jane's last word made a loud gasp escape her lips. There was no way she was going to allow Jane to become Aziel's next prey.

Maybe she'd love me again. But every try just pushed her further away. The concert finally ended. The crowd slowly filtered out, but Mom made no move to leave. Holding her hand, Maya looked up. "Mom, aren't we going home? Isn't Sophie still putting on her show?"