Jane Austins Last Novels & Stories

I wasn't as exceptional, but I had earned a decent reputation at the broadcasting station. Pretty much everyone assumed we were meant to be. No one realized the one he really cared about was the girl who had gone back to her hometown—his childhood sweetheart and the housekeeper's daughter, Celia Smith. "Don't go quiet on us. Is there some kind of misunderstanding? Don't do anything rash. I really think Sam cares about you…" Mr. Jameson babbled. "Alright, that's enough. Go somewhere else, would you?" Mr. Hall cut Mr. Jameson off before he could finish.

😀 What is Last Date about? Last Date focus on the relationship between Jennifer and Terrance. They both live in California, but came from different areas in life. When they first met at The Smoothie Shop, Jennifer invited Terrance to have their first date at her house. When Terrance arrived, he is overwhelmed by the rich lifestyle she lives. But they end up getting to know each other better and have a lovely time together. Everything was going well, until Jennifer mentioned she was into BDSM and wanted Terrance to try it with her. But he felt uncomfortable with trying BDSM, that he decided to leave. Jennifer did not take the rejection well and him leaving shattered her heart. Terrance was a

I look up when I remembered she mentioned she going up, maybe she going to a higher floor nor rooftop. I walking towards the front door of the elevator and wait for the elevator to open for me. Those papers Youno's gave me and I need to review all those documents, but some of those I couldn't understand. I need to conduct hard research to gain information. In general contents of those papers were about in numbers. I reviewing the record of Winchester company, but I don't understand anything, especially to those accounts names. When the elevator open I walked inside. I was about to press the last higher floor button, but I quickly furrowed. I saw the eighteenth floor was the last floor of thi

If he ever found out about all the filth Vivian had done behind the scenes, his face would be a picture. But more than that, I was glad because he was finally coming for me. I watched him kick open the door to my shabby little room, watched him rage when he couldn't find me there. My smile grew wider and wider. And then—just as he was fuming in frustration—the butler, whom he'd sent to search the entire estate, came running back in a panic. "Mr. Hartwell, Madam Elena is by the pool, but..." The man was trembling so hard he could barely speak. Nathan didn't wait for him to finish. He stormed toward the pool.

Karen answered but from her tone you could tell that she was already amused by much questions. They walked silently to the shop where they found an old woman at the counter reading an old magazine. When she noticed their presence, she immediately stood using her crotches and her wrinkled face shone with a smile. Karen looked around the whole old shop as if surveying at what to buy and what not to buy, Chester stood near a corrugated iron door in silence while looking at them in surprise.

FIVE DAYS EARLIER “ I stand on the last bridge of my life. Who knew Brooklyn Bridge, a bridge I always crossed through would be the bridge I fall from? I breathe in my last breath, so refreshing… The breeze blows my ebony hair and with one last step, l'll… “ “ Krystal!”

She just lay there, eyes open, staring at the ceiling. On the third day, she finally got up. She went to my room and pushed open the door. Everything looked exactly the same. The desk drawer was still open. Pieces of my sketchbook covered the floor. My bed was still unmade, the pillow dented where my head had been that morning. She crouched down and started picking up the pieces. One by one. She spread the torn pages across the desk and pieced them together like a puzzle.

“Not enough for you?” I shook my head and gave a faint smile. “No. You do not need to chase me away. In a few days, I will disappear from this world. Then you can introduce the finest heiresses to Mr. Cardea. I will not be an eyesore anymore.” Morgan stared at me. A strange emotion flickered in her usually cold eyes. She opened her mouth as if she wanted to speak, but footsteps sounded outside the door. Her expression changed. She tucked the check away and returned to her usual harsh tone.

"If ignorance is so safe, why can't you sleep at night? Why do you check your rearview mirror at every intersection? Why does the name Emeka Okonkwo still make your blood run cold?" She had no answer. She could only stare at him, her eyes burning, her throat tight with words she could not say. Dante pulled back. He reached into his jacket again—this time, for a second photograph. He placed it on the desk beside the first. Zara looked down. This photograph showed a woman—young, beautiful, radiant. She was wearing a white dress, her hair crowned with flowers, her smile wide and genuine. She was standing in a garden, surrounded by rose bushes and sunlight.

’ 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.