Jane Austens Novels & Stories

I whisper not wanting to disturb other people in the store "Jane Austin again!" Lexi laughs. "look she kinda ruled the classics era, you know," I say with a shrug. I take a look at the books Lexi was caressing a minute back." any good read in the modern romance?" I point at the books assembled in the rack right in front of her. "oh yeah, I am a big collen hover fan. I mean verity and ugly love are my favorites of all," she reaches for a book and hands it over to me.

The woman was typing something on her computer, and Ava took the opportunity to study her. Because she looked a little older than most supernaturals, Ava couldn’t tell what she was or if she was supernatural at all. She didn’t have the pale skin the vampires did, so she ruled that out. She dressed elegantly, and her greying hair was in a professional bun on top of her head. The name badge on the desk said, ‘Mrs. Benton, Student Welfare Coordinator.’ Ava stood nervously in front of the desk, unsure if she was to just sit or be polite and wait for an invitation. With nothing in her hands now, she could only wring them together while waiting for Mrs. Benton’s attention.

Jane cocked her brows, her eyes glimmering with mischief, resembling an enchanting fairy, incredibly alluring. She asked, "You’ll take everything?" Zachary's Adam's apple bobbed as he nodded. Jane laughed, articulating every word. "You... can’t... satisfy... me..." Seeing Zachary's ever-changing and unpleasant expression brought her a sense of satisfaction. "As a man, you can't even handle this much, yet you keep complaining to me. I prefer a man who is better in bed. Sorry, Mr. Collins, you're getting old."

Smith’s face became more and more gloomy, Linda Park panicked, and quickly added: "Actually, although that ugly woman is my assistant, she has nothing to do with me, and she was given to me by someone else, otherwise I wouldn't let such a stupid ugly womanly be my assistant." "Ugly?" James Smith looked at her deeply, a cold look that made Linda Park shiver. Linda Park said cautiously: "she's ugly, she's skinny like a skeleton, and she has a scar on her head, which is scary. If you don't believe me, ask others." Saying that, she bumped Jasmine Wells with her arm. Jasmine Wells nodded quickly: "she's really ugly." James Smith’s brows were furrowed. Alexa West glanced at him and said, "James, p

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.

Audrey didn’t quite understand him, “what do you mean?” Nathan’s lips curved into a mocking smile as he sat up, “I was thinking there was a book for the likes of you but it seems you don’t have it” She heaved a sigh, he was Making mockery of her again. “I have Outlander by Diana Gabaldon, 1991. I also have Red, White & Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston, 2019,Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen, 1813. And Seven Days in June by Tia Williams which was written two years ago then I also have love hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood which was also written two years ago”

The next morning, he left. Jane was supposed to be living her best years, but she lived as though she was an old woman of seventy or eighty. During the winter, when it was sunny out, she would take her chair and her blanket, as well as a hot-water bottle to warm her hands and feet with. With these, she would sit on the porch and bask in the sun. She lived like she was dying. A new butler arrived at the manor. The new butler was often serious and expressionless, similar to Mr. Summers. Early in the morning, Jane could hear the old butler passing the baton to his successor.

At precisely two o'clock, somebody sat opposite her. No introduction. No hesitation. No dramatic reveal. Just a woman taking a seat. Quietly. Naturally. As though they'd known each other for years. Jessica stared. Unable to speak. Unable to process what she was seeing. Because Isabelle wasn't a stranger. Not entirely. The woman appeared to be in her late fifties. Perhaps early sixties. Grey beginning to appear in her dark hair. Sharp intelligent eyes. A face marked by experience. By survival. By life.

This one had a black hard cover with the title engraved into it alongside the author’s name. Jane Austen. It was custom-made. Uncle Sebastien was a lot of things, but him reading fictional literature wasn’t one of the things I had expected. He acted twice his age, like he didn’t belong in this generation at all. Everything about him. The way he talked. His mannerisms. Rigid. Controlled. Weird. I flipped through the pages, still trying to process it all. The formatting looked old-fashioned, like one of those historical editions from decades ago. The names “Elizabeth Bennet” and “Mr. Darcy” were highlighted neatly throughout the pages.

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.”