Jane Austens Novels & Stories

The same old nonsense—the cocky Sebastian, smiling at her while quietly assuming she was too emotional to think straight. And right on cue, Jane walked out the sliding doors with a tray of drinks, dressed in soft beige and that same gentle smile she wore when pretending to be harmless. “I brought iced tea,” she said. “Thought you all might need something cool.” She placed the glasses down and glanced at Eleanor, a little too sweet. “My lady, are you alright? You look… tired.” “I’m fine,” Eleanor said flatly. Jane’s gaze flicked to the brothers. “Sorry, I should’ve introduced myself, my lords… I am Jane Thorne. I am a servant in this mansion, and my father works here as a butler.”

And yet the thought of letting her go, of cutting this strange bond between us, made something inside me ache with unbearable pain. When I returned, Lucien was waiting in the courtyard. He studied my expression and knew without asking that I had found no clarity. “You saw your aunt,” he said. “Yes.” “And?” “She gave me just enough to torment me further.” I dismounted, handing the reins to a stable hand. “She said the one I am meant to marry is already near me. That is all.” Lucien’s eyes narrowed. “Then it is Ava. Who else could it be?” I clenched my fists. “If it is her, then I am damned. Because she deserves more than this curse, more than me.”

She and Connor were so perfectly matched. After getting out of the car, we had barely stepped into the company building when I heard the employees whispering. “That’s Mr. Pitt’s wife, isn’t it? Seeing her standing next to Ms. Austen… the contrast is honestly heartbreaking. One is a blind woman with a cane, and the other is a powerful career woman who walks like she owns the place.” “No wonder Mr. Pitt always invites Ms. Austen to accompany him to events. Who would want to take a blind woman out?”

At her feet, there were four books. All written by Jane Austen. Pride and Prejudice. Sense and sensibility. Persuasion. Emma. She had another book open in her hands, and when she looked up at me, flashing me a smile that showed off her perfect pearly white teeth, my heart skipped. She was angelic. For a moment, I didn't move. Couldn't. I didn't speak either – just stood there gawking at the beauty of her. She must have thought I was awkward.

Jimmy said to Susan. She laughed. “She’s going to be a famous writer. She’d better have some opinions on literature.” “Fine,” Kimia glared at me. “Jane Austin. She had some great leads.” “Darcy was an asshole to Elizabeth, Bingly let himself be talked away from Jane, Wickham is just a bastard, Wentworth treated Anne like shit because she refused him as a teenager, Edmund Bertram was obsessed with the pretty new girl and forgot about Fanny, Ferras fell in love with Elanore when he was engaged to someone else, Brandon was still hung up on his dead ex, and let’s face it. Nobody cares about Northanger Abbey.”

“This is ‘Pride and Prejudice’ by Jane Austen. It’s a love story that many women adore.” Jack took the book and examined the cover. “It looks interesting. What else would you recommend?” The sales assistant continued selecting books, giving a brief description for each one. “Oh, and we also have some romantic adventure books, like ‘Treasure Island’ by Robert Louis Stevenson, which focuses more on adventure and pirates.” Jack listened carefully and selected several books with the assistant’s guidance. “I think she’ll like these,” he said, smiling. The sales assistant smiled back, growing a bit curious about the lucky woman who had managed to tie down a confirmed bachelor like Jack Colt.

Only some notes on the rare existence of Female Alpha's. She must be a legend.....not that am jealous. Having a mate who cares is actually enough for me. SHE ISN'T EVEN HALF AS LEGENDARY AS US. if you say so moonlight. Letting out a loud yawn, I throw the book in my hand in the pile of book already on the floor, lying comfortably to sleep. Today sure went well. †††††††††† AUSTEN'S POV. I catch her scent just in time as she walk through the door, her step halt when she looks around the room.

said her mom, but she was immediately interrupted by Catherine, pulling her purse towards her shoulder. “I am so sorry, mom. I...I don’t feel like eating. But I’ll grab breakfast on campus, I promise,” she advised before rushing out of the door and heading over to the school. Mentally reminding herself of her assignments and her flash drive that contained the papers she needed to submit for that day. Catherine was in the midst of scanning through Pride & Prejudice when she heard arguments coming from the dance hall she was passing through.

The man with a flat face leads the way, but Austin can see a thin smile always being displayed when he turns to the woman who used to live with him. Jane Oliver. Wearing a soft and light fuchsia pink chiffon dress, long-sleeved with simple details on the neck and arms. Even the body-hugging cut. Unfortunately, although simple, Jane's appearance this afternoon is very attention-grabbing. Her long hair is left beautifully loose, and her sunglasses are the perfect accessory. Very different from the Jane Austin has known all this time. Though if Austin were to be honest, none of the items or clothes Jane wears are from ordinary boutiques. They're all famous and classy. Especially since Jane was

"It was loosening. Probably from dancing." "If I were asking you I would have addressed you," snapped Mrs. Astor. "You are getting far too old to be playing games like this, Isaac. I should like to see you married soon. I would like a hand in training your heirs." "I am here reviewing my options. I fail to see how I could be-" "You barely engaged with any of these young ladies. In fact, I spent the majority of my own time this evening entertaining Ms. Austen."