Jane Eyre Edition Novels & Stories

Jane entered the large quiet house. The stillness and overbearing silence hung upon her shoulders like a large weight. The sun had just gone down leaving the house in darkness. It was a huge, expensive house with old and venerable furnishings. Every time the housewife came here she felt like eyes were following her every movement! She sensed and felt the eyes upon every curve of her body, painful as a sharp knife.

Inside it is a box, I lift the lid off of the box to reveal a collection of books with titles I instantly recognise. "Jane Austen's books, all first editions" Rhode tells me softly as I pull my hand back away from the covers, just as I was about to touch them. I can't believe it, I can't believe they're just here in front of me, just sitting in my lap. "No way" I gasp quietly and look up at him in disbelief. These must have cost him a fortune, on top of being nearly impossible to track down. Tears are immediately springing to my eyes, a very regular occurrence for me these days.

Jane, my secretary, walked in and set down some documents on my desk. Jane was a 21-year-old lady, and I had never noticed her emerald green eyes, long brunette hair, and heart shaped face until today. She had plump lips and the fullest breasts and ass I had ever come across. I couldn’t get my eyes off them as she explained the details about the project.

Jane looked at her desk with a mixture of terror and desire to crawl into a hole. Her workspace resembled a luxury boutique. On Monday, it was an overwhelming arrangement of rare white peonies and dark crimson roses. On Tuesday, a private courier delivered artisanal gelato and handmade Swiss chocolates in an understated gold box. By Thursday, it was a rare, leather-bound first edition of a classic Victorian romance novel with a handwritten note tucked inside that read: Page 142 reminds me of your purr. Jane had frantically hidden the note under her keyboard before anyone could read it, her face burning like a furnace.

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Jane roughly scanned, cell phone screen above, clear ask her: arrived, see sister? Mrs. Jane pinched the phone, I do not know because of their son's condition or other, always pay attention to the maintenance of Mrs. Jane, the corners of the eyes quietly climbed on the wrinkles, flaccid eyelids under the swelling, she picked up more than 100,000 yuan of visor mirror put on, and became that elegant rich wife, visor under the eyes, but the red circle.

She wasn't sure if she was ready to risk her heart again, especially not with someone she barely knew. As she finally found the "Pride and Prejudice" she was searching for, nestled amongst a collection of dusty tomes, a wave of relief washed over her. It was a beautiful edition, the leather cover worn but supple, the pages yellowed with age. It was a treasure, a piece of literary history that she would cherish.

Jane had several thoughts reeling in her head. She has learnt so much about Eryx, and fortunately, Nova was part of them. Eliminating Nova from the picture would just make Eryx return to her. She smirked softly at her sudden realization. “What's funny?” Eryx asked, turning towards Jane as she held into his hand. “Nothing,” she replied, moving her index finger seductively across Eryx' chest. “What is this all about?” Eryx asked confusingly. His eyebrows furrowed softly as he tried to understand the reason behind Jane's sudden change of demeanour.

I glanced at him, then back at Christopher, and let the silence linger for another moment before I added, “I could read to you, just to help.” He didn’t respond, but Felix wagged his tail. I took that as a yes. I crossed the room quietly, stepping towards the bookshelf. My fingers traced over the spines until they landed on a small, paperback volume with gold-stamped lettering. I read quietly, “Jane Eyre” Perfect, I hoped. I returned to the chair diagonal from his, sank into the cushion, and opened to the first page. And as I began to read, the room softened, not entirely, but enough.

Next to it, placed purposefully at the center, was a single book. Its cover gleamed softly under the chandelier’s light. Deep emerald leather, trimmed in gold. The title: Pride and Prejudice. Emilia froze. She turned slowly back to Max, blinking. “Is this…?” He nodded. “A first edition. Signed by Jane Austen herself.” Her mouth parted, but no words came. “I ruined your original copy in high school,” Max continued. “Dropped it in the fountain during that stupid dare. You were furious.”