Jane Austens Novels & Stories

I laughed after admiring the words written by Jane Austen. The words go as, “The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid.” I totally agreed with this. Though during my life on the island, I had no access to a good novel but my life itself there was a novel. Really. Isn’t it what it needed? A heroine in distress getting lost with the hero… Then… I don’t know. Zack? Could Zack be my hero? Absolutely not. Not when he could never love.

“This visit was unexpected, I know. I should respect you more and give you space to think of things, but this is who I am, Eve. For you, I’m impatient and selfish. Next time, let’s meet whenever and wherever you want. I’ll meet you there.” He put on his denim, unbuttoned. Exposing the upper part of his rippled chest. He fixed them on as he went out. *** Getting home, Jane wore a pink jumpsuit, resting her back on two giant pillows with her legs on the bed. She was reading ‘EVE’ by Rose George, which was her favourite book on W*****d. Alice had a navy blue culotte dress with her black hair held up in a loose bun. A worried look spread across her freckled face as she stared at Jane.

She picked up many books individually and made a pile of them. "When will you read so many books?" Nina asked surprisingly. "When your boss is not around," Elaina winked and started looking for books again. She picked up books from famous authors like Jane Austin, Sarah, Colleen Hoover, and Anna Huang. Nina shook her head and made her way toward the exit.

She sighed of the thought. 5. Jane looked at herself in the mirror and closely examined herself. A lot of people think I'm pretty, am I really? But why has she not able to get a suitable mate. She thought as she examind herself in the mirror. Jane was tall, petit woman with small waist and quite a gifted breast and hips. Although her nose is small it was quite long and complement her hear shape face, almond eyes and red lips.

“No, but it keeps them grounded, helps them be smart about all the thing that they do.” He heart skipped a beat the moment she heard Alvah’s voice who was now just standing behind her. “You startled me! Please don’t do that again.” “Well, how are you with all the readings?” “I’m great!” she faked a smile as she proceeded on opening another page with the book she was currently reading. It was the story of Jane Austen. A very well know artist during the 18th century. “Well, you’re reading Jane Austen. That’s interesting. She is interesting. More so was her wish.”

Her heart and mind was too pure of such toxic, soul-sucking emotions. “Austen,” I mused in my head. That name sounded very familiar. “Have I heard of this Austen before?” I was trying to wrap my brain around putting a name to a face, but my brain comes out empty. I tend to forget names of people or things that I felt weren’t important. I was a king of a fucking kingdom and though I was a supposed perfect being, I was also cursed. There was no way I could remember everything. “You’ve met him a couple of times. He’s the lifelong host of those auctions and the manager of the establishment. He’s also a full time sleazebag,” she grimaced.

"Even if you can't continue your studies at the Werewolf Academy, you can still live comfortably." I tried to smile through the pallor. However, the future Simon spoke of didn't exist for me anymore. At this point, their love and affection were luxuries I could no longer afford. Laila turned on the camera and began recording. "This thesis was written by me at home…" she sobbed. "I never thought my sister would claim it as her own." As she spoke, she turned the camera toward me. Dad, Mom, and Simon all watched closely, as if afraid I might slip.

one of the bodyguards answered her and opened the gate for her, they didn't keep her waiting like yesterday, she said her thanks and made her way inside, she was almost running, she didn't want to get in late She got to the mansion door and found Charles and some other maids waiting for them, she hadn't got to observe them yesterday, they were looking so fine in their uniforms, she immediately envisioned herself wearing something like that, it was at least better than the stupid skimpy skirt she has to wear at the club She approached them and greeted "good morning Mr Charles, good morning everyone" Jane said "good morning Jane" Charles greeted her back with a small smile, some of the other m

Instead he said, “What are you reading?” She looked up this time. “Why?” she asked. “You’ve read it before,” he said. “The spine is worn.” She glanced down at the book, thumb brushing the edge like she hadn’t noticed that herself. “Persuasion,” she said. “Jane Austen.” He nodded. “Yeah, the one where they almost lose each other.” “You’ve read it?” “My sister did,” he said. “She used to leave it on the kitchen table, I read the first half by accident over about six months of breakfasts.”

“I was sent to inform you that a guest has arrived.” Reid frowned. “At this hour?” “Yes, sir. She insisted it was urgent.” My stomach twisted. “Who?” I asked, though some part of me already knew. “Jane Austen.” Ella’s smooth forehead furrowed. “Jane, who's that?” My heart stumbled, then picked up speed. I hadn't taken her seriously when she informed me last night that she was coming to visit. “Jane’s here?” “Yes, miss. She’s waiting inside.”