Jane Austens Novels & Stories

Anne Louis, or commonly called Aunt Anne. One of the servants who had worked for the Lee family since Uncle Sam's parents were still alive. She is also the one who is responsible for all the household affairs of the Lee family, including helping to take care of Uncle Sam. She is known as someone who is competent and very good at her job. During her work, she very rarely made mistakes. However, even though she is someone who is very consistent and thorough with her work, she is still a warm person.

“I don’t care take it back.” “Josie come on.” “No Emerson I’m serious.” “Good night Josephine Grace.” “Don’t fucking use my full name, Miss Emerson Tate.” “I happen to like my middle name you know.” “Me too. Doesn’t mean you need to use it. I’m not in trouble.” “Doesn’t mean you have to be in trouble for me to use it. Josephine Grace Hale I love you but good night.” “Fine I love you too not more than Austen though.”

The carpet was a soft beige, and suddenly my one blue sock and one purple sock looked very odd. Tessa knocked on the first door to the right, and a feminine voice called for her to open the door. She opened it, and an older version of Tessa was sitting on the bed in dark jeans and a Gonzaga sweatshirt, with glasses on top of her head and a book in her hands. Persuasion, by Jane Austen. "Mom, this is Abby. She's a friend from school." Tessa lied effortlessly, and the woman - her mom - placed her book down beside her without a bookmark.

"Although, not all of Dickens. Some of his stuff is boring. But 'Great Expectations'? That's a different story, pun intended. It's incredible!" "I had no idea," I replied, examining the gold leaf pages with interest. "I like fiction too. Can you recommend something else? I mean, I know you're still reading this one, so, you know, anything you've read recently?" "Of course I can!" Allen enthused, heading toward the bookshelf with a shy smile. "Ah yes, here it is! Try some Jane Austin. I think you'll love 'Pride and Prejudice'. Just don't tell anyone that I did too. Not too many men admit to liking it. But, you know, it's really good."

“Sweetie,” I heard a knock on my door and it was my husband. “Hold on! Just a sec!” I yelled while Sheba tried to zip up my sundress. It had been a while since I wore it and I wasn’t going to settle for any other dress. “Jane. I don’t think this is working. Maybe you should just go for another dress,” Sheba said behind me as she was trying so hard to zip up my dress. It was a struggle.

He must be listening to all that in his incorporeal form. After locking the door, Jane returned to me. Her expression was distraught, and her eyes didn’t carry a hint of evil. Benedict Astor’s stare gave me the chills from the first moment I saw him, but my aunt lacked an intimidating or malicious outer appearance. I would have never suspected her of committing a single crime if my mother hadn’t warned us about her.

Blanche’s cars stopped before a vast mansion. The place’s magnificence struck Athena, and the place is a vast mansion; the entrance had a nameplate with bold italic letters, “The Dubois mansion.” She stepped into the house to see that the place was filled with all the amenities that would be considered luxurious. Athena’s eyes widened at the chandeliers, lavish chairs, classic arcs, and beautiful rugs. Her parents had money too, but they preferred a cozy home to a lavish one. So, this is all new to Athena. Athena was still looking around when Blanche dropped her bags and snapped her fingers. Soon, a lady in her 30s came forward and started putting her luggage away.

’ My feet carried me slowly, across the room, my fingertips brushing against the shelves before picking up a book. Persuasion by Jane Austen. Nostalgia hit me like a train. “It's still here…” I whispered, picking up another book. Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë. I flipped through the pages, inhaling the faint smell of old papers. “It's all here, Andrew.” I croaked. “I know…” he whispered. “What do you two want?” A haggard voice asked, walking close to us. My eyes landed on a wrinkly figure, a cane to balance her as she walked closer.

The maid answered. Rebecca listened to what she had said and rolled her eyes. "Just because I let him insult me last night, doesn't mean I'll let him force me to do things I choose not to." She gabbled, "I stand by what I had earlier. I'm not interested. And if he persists, he would have to come and tell me to my face. That's if he is not scared of me." The maid was surprised at her attitude. She had thought the Duchess was the weak type but never knew she was this bold-not the type to be easily intimidated, not even by the Duke.

“Thank you, Mrs-“ I felt his hand gently settle on my waist making my heartbeat increase. Meeting his gaze, I saw the same disappointment mirrored in his eyes as he surveyed the empty barn. “Oh just Ms. I am Jane LaFontaine.” She says as she smiles, her cheeks turning red. "It's not exactly what we had in mind, is it?" he remarked, his tone tinged with regret as he whispers it my ear. I shook my head in agreement. "I was hoping for something a bit more... romantic I guess," I confessed softly, voicing my concerns. I had always dreamed of a fairy-tale wedding, surrounded by lush gardens and twinkling lights—not a rundown barn in the middle of nowhere.