Jane Bronte Novels & Stories

“Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen. Excellent book.” He sits down and begins reading. The first picture I draw is a portrait of uncle Owen’s sister with a wolf howling at the edge of a cliff at a full moon in the background. I make one for his father too. I plan to give them these at the funeral. I do similar ones of Michael to give to Carrie and one for Zuri but with a lion for the family.

“So, how did you two meet? I want to know more about your love story for my next novel.” Brynne felt ill at ease. She couldn’t correct her in Luke’s presence. Theirs was no love story. It was all about desire, obsession, and fake deals. Luke, however, chuckled, not in the least perturbed by his relative. He turned to hold Brynne’s gaze. “This is my aunt, Marianne Swift. She’s an award-winning New York Times best-selling romance author.”

He started to help her unpack her books, glancing at the spines as they started to shelve them in a tiny bookshelf that wouldn’t hold even half of her collection. Jane Austen, Charlotte Brontë, Elizabeth Gaskell, John Keats, Shakespeare, Virginia Woolf, Charles Dickens—so many books, most of which had clearly been read over and over again. Some were falling apart, barely glued together. When he took out a copy of Frankenstein, the cover fell off entirely. “Oh, poor guy. This one has been through a lot.” Rose took the book from him, smiling. That smile burst something inside him. Something hot, something dangerous. Something that felt exactly like longing. He caught his breath and forced hims

5 seconds later, I'm smiling because of the night full of passion. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ P.s : Do you know E.L. James? Yeah she is the author of the erotic novel 'Fifty Shades of Grey' I will explain who she really is, because she is a shy woman but has a crazy imagination. I feel proud of her.... EL James is the name of the author of the novel 'Fifty Shades of Grey' which so far has sold more than 40 million copies worldwide. Who would have thought, James who wrote the erotic novel was actually a shy woman. How's James' story?

“It's okay, I also just walked straight, didn't look to the right or left.” “It's Jane Eyre.” Diana couldn't help herself when she saw the cover of one of the books on the front in her arms. “I also have one at home.” “Oh yeah?” the woman glanced at her book and smiled shyly. “I was on vacation in Bandung and purposely bought a lot of books as a friend of my boredom. From the synopsis at the back of the book, it seems like an interesting book.” “It is very interesting. This is a romance book from old English literary writings, first published in 1847 and the love story still survives today.” Diana rolled her eyes. “When Charlotte Brontte published it that year, it generated a lot of controve

Caroline muttered to herself. Patricia and Aurora were at the other side of the room, discussing with the Designer which gown Patricia should wear on her big day when they heard Caroline grumbling. “I will go help her” Patricia was about to get up but Aurora stopped her. “It’s your big day and you shouldn’t be stressing out. Let me help that old lady” Aurora got up. “I really wonder how Jane Doe does it all for Grandma” Patricia nodded acknowledging the same. Jane Doe was the only woman who had assisted Caroline in all her tasks without complaints. As Aurora made her way to Caroline, Patricia couldn’t help recall how Aurora was doing her level best to look after her.

Lady Jane smirked, making me roll my eyes at her in disbelief. “Exactly how old are you?” I asked, finding her smirk irritating. She grunted and hissed in response. Janine was trying her best to make as many donuts as she could because Lord Renwick wanted to take homemade donuts for the kids at the orphanage. I had volunteered to help, but Lady Jane was such a mood killer.

Anne haggard, Mary coarse, every face in the neighbourhood worsting, and the rapid increase of the crow's foot about Lady Russell's temples had long been a distress to him. Elizabeth did not quite equal her father in personal contentment. Thirteen years had seen her mistress of Kellynch Hall, presiding and directing with a self-possession and decision which could never have given the idea of her being younger than she was. For thirteen years had she been doing the honours, and laying down the domestic law at home, and leading the way to the chaise and four, and walking immediately after Lady Russell out of all the drawing-rooms and dining-rooms in the country. Thirteen winters' revolving fro

Taking Kate’s hand I squeeze it, as I turn to the woman. Moving forward she moves forward to me wrapping her arms around my waist. I stand there paralyzed before I put my hands on her shoulders to push her away. “What is your name?” I ask, “I’m Louise, I just arrived here yesterday,” she says. “Where did you come from?” I ask. I’m so confused, I can only ask stilted questions, “I came from the Harvest Moon Pack,” she replies.

He had thanked her, she had smiled while her stomach rebelled, and she had been on her way home. She arrived at her dingy, twelve-by-thirteen studio apartment in the worst part of Springfield. There was a twin bed, a two-burner stove, a mini-fridge, and a tiny shower stall next to the toilet. Once inside, she secured the three chain locks and two deadbolts and finally took a moment to relax. She took off her hair net and let her raven-black hair fall, and that took quite a while. Jane's hair reached all the way past her butt. She was only about five feet, five inches tall, and was petite on top of that. She wasn't emaciated, but she wasn't particularly muscled either. She had narrow hips and