Jane Bronte Novels & Stories

Rebecca said, turning to her side, "Your Majesty, meet Zita. She is my personal help and Lady Cathy's governess." "It's nice to meet you, Your Majesty." Zita said politely and curtsied. "Same here." Violet said calmly, with a warm smile. "Um, I would love to continue this conversation but I have to return home. My husband is coming back today and I..." Rebecca said as she collected Catherine from her, "...plan to surprise him by making him a special meal." Violet felt a little sad when Catherine returned to her mother.

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.”

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

Her father is hardly ever home, working long hours in the city while her mother spends most of her time grading papers from all of her high school students. She opens the door quietly, but there is no need. Her mother is still awake. She's curled up in the living room reading her latest adventure novel wrapped on the comfy (and dare she call ugly) recliner her father just had to have. Her curly auburn hair is up in a bun with a few stray strands spiraling free as her eyes intently scan the new Kindle she received for her birthday only a few weeks ago. It's safe to say she has become a little obsessed with it. Can't say Sera can blame her. She herself escapes to a different world every time s

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.

Maybe saying something about his mate would help him feel better for some time. “She is…she is a light, I tell you. She isn’t like all those plastic model-looking botches who don’t know anything other than to pose naked or show some of their boobs. My Jane is sweet, timid, and shy and oh she’s also a brainiac. She was the one who came up with a solution when nobody could at Dante’s game company.” He paused and I frowned. Dante has a game company, why wasn’t I aware of that?

she said, voice clear and calm, "Charlotte Brontë gave Jane Eyre something no woman was readily granted in her day—rage, restraint, desire, independence. Jane chooses herself, even when it costs her the man she loves." A hand went up. "But doesn't she still end up with Rochester?" Fiona half-smiled, crossing her arms. "She does. But on her own terms. After it all. After taking her voice." She paced a bit, the edge of her coat sweeping across the floor. "That's what literature tends to teach us, subtly or otherwise. The price of selfness. The battle to be considered more than a role." Her own words ringing in her ears—the effort to be more than a title. Professor. Mother. Fake fiancée. Woman

Yves left, she went outside to greet Catherine. “Hi, looking for me?” Brittany greeted Catherine with a bright smile and Catherine got irritated. “Look Brittany, I’m not interested.” Brittany’s smile vanished at Catherine’s rejection. She hasn’t even started yet. “That’s okay. You guys aren’t even in an open relationship yet.” Brittany confidently said and suddenly Brittany’s heart beat fast when Catherine seriously looked at her. Catherine’s eyes were piercing and it’s like Catherine could see her soul. It was cold and mysterious. It was different from the way how Catherine looks at Lyra. Brittany thought that Catherine really does have this handsome features. Something that Brittany could

She wore a long black dress and a long purple coat, for some reason Jane put an imaginary pointed witch's hat atop her curly hair. “We had better get away from here. Don’t want to make it too easy for them” she gave Jane a generous wink. Elizabeth stumbled in the snow, the personification of a pale overdressed porcelain doll. Creepy wide staring eyes. She had dark eyes and luscious blonde hair. She probably came from an entirely fair family but was the sole inheritor of brown eyes. She was wearing a red sweatshirt with some team emblem. She wore dark pants and a frilly plaid skirt, reminiscent of Jane's rebellious phase where she wore lots of black lace. She is so young Jane thought sadly lo

Jane answered, "because someone with as horny an ass as you have should try it at least once." Jane is my wife of 5 years. She is so beautiful and sexy. I'll try to describe her and do her justice. Jane is 31 years old and is 5' 9" tall. Jane has long dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. She wears her long hair with bangs kinda like Betty Page. Jane is slim and yet curvy at the same time. She has a round muscular ass and spectacular tits. I say her tits are spectacular, not because they're big, but because they are nice sized and perfectly shaped. They have puffy pink nipples. Best of all, Jane is horny all the time, is up for anything sexually and is very adventurous!