Jane Eyre Edition Novels & Stories

Her mind was a little bit at peace now, since she is tagging along with them. "Did you think she suspect anything?" Debby whispered to her husband. "No, she didn't, and am sure of it, so calm down." He whispered back to her and smiled at Jane coming towards them. He won't deny that Jane was actually a pretty girl, who inherited all her features from her late mother. ~~~~~~~~~~ Drop your review and please vote for this book. You can check my other book too and vote for it. Titled " The Halfling"

The other one stopped and snarled some kind of response. Jane was running blindly, but she knew that the man behind her would easily catch her. So she ducked behind a dumpster, reached down, and grabbed a board from an abandoned shipping crate, raising it to shoulder level. She barely heard the footsteps, but she stepped out and swung with all her might at head level. The board impacted the man's . . . the thing's head, smashing its sunglasses and causing him to drop his knife. Then Jane saw those glowing red eyes, and she felt terror, unlike anything she had ever experienced.

-Jane Eyre Chapter twenty-seven of Jane Eyre, a particular quote comes to mind as he stares at me with that penetrating gaze, a gaze that is figuratively burning a hole in me. At this moment I am battling the same thoughts that she did, between what’s right, and wrong, and what I actually want.

Kerry stood over Jane as she turned the page in her history book, casting a shadow over the pages. She cleared her throat and glanced up at him. "Do you mind? You're blocking my light." He stood back and pulled out the chair next to her, glancing around the library as if he may see the lycan. Jane read over her chapter, trying her hardest to block out the eyes over her shoulder. She felt like she sat underneath a microscope with eyes judging her. She knew that wasn't true. Kerry seemed like a nice guy, but it made Jane feel scrutinized.

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Yes, no secrets there I told her already. ************************** Jane P.O.V. DREAM: I’m standing in a open field of flowers and grass and there is a lake beside it. It looks wonderful. In the distance I can see there is a light coming towards me and I’m not afraid. It’s the same light that I saw earlier that was talking to me. “My dear child, you’ve been trough so much the last days. I understand your pain and frustration.”

I put on my hoodie as I walked to the classroom. Jane waved at me as soon as she recognized me. I focused my eyes on the floor until I reached her, although there were few people inside. "Have you heard?" She asked in a hushed tone. "And what's with the eyeglasses? I thought you'll be using your contacts," I opened my book. "I was in a hurry," I answered pretending to read. She nodded. "I had to call Ed early this morning to confirm the news, and -" She was interrupted when Ed came in. He gave us a sweet smile, then walked towards us.

anything to make her little one better. Sighed as her chest feeling tightened for a moment, she closed her eyes with a murmur in her heart 'it's been almost fifteen years, maybe... if you were still around all this wouldn't have happened... would you have protected her... would you will always be by our side... I hate you for leaving me like that, but I hate myself even more for letting you go that night...' let go of the book without her knowing as her hands didn't have the strength to hold it anymore while her strength in her body suddenly disappeared as she thought of that man, tears streaming from her eyes down to her cheeks... took a deep breath with a sigh as she blinked her blurry ey

Historical romances with shirtless men on the covers. "Who reads those?" I asked. "You?" "My mother. Before she died." Oh. I put the Dostoyevsky back. "I'm sorry. I didn't know." "You wouldn't. I don't talk about her." He walked past me. Reached up to a shelf I couldn't reach even on my toes. Pulled down a book. "Try this one instead." He handed it to me. "Jane Eyre." I looked at the cover. Old. Well-loved. The spine was cracked from being read a hundred times.

It looked almost ordinary, which somehow made it more unsettling. Jane leaned closer immediately, curiosity winning over caution like it always did with her. She released my hand and carefully lifted the book off my chest, settling it between her palms like it might bite if mishandled. “It is English,” she said after a quick scan. Then her brows pulled together. “But… this is strange.” Sammy shifted beside the bed, impatience tightening his shoulders. “Does it even matter who wrote it. Just read the bloody content.” Jane shot him a look but did not argue. She cleared her throat and started reading from the beginning, her voice steady, analytical, stripping emotion away as if that would make