Jane Eyre Edition Novels & Stories

And then he's going to lock me in a tower and leave me there and then he is going to go to his harem girls or women or whatever he has waiting for him back in town while I sit by the window waiting for the attention he is not going to give me. A little dramatic I know, and also unrealistic but my life sounded and looked like some tragic romance story where I was the frail wife he didn’t wanted and kept all locked up while he pursued the love of his life. So Jane Eyre, thought this time I’m pyromaniac/lunatic wife. The food is great, there are a few toasts and funny stories, all that socializing and fake smiles drain so much energy that by the time we are done with dinner and have now moved t

He follows it up with silk hand gloves which he drops on my palms. Quietly, I follow his orders, taking care not to rip the hand gloves with my hastiness. "You can open it now." He pronounces. "You can't get much cleaner than that." With shaky hands, I skim the hand cover of the book, running my fingers through it and feeling the hard leather beneath my tips. Flipping it open, I stare in shock at the words written there. Pride and prejudice. Written by Jane Austen. Edited by William Gifford.

~Saree Bee Update 12/16/21 I really appreciate your patience while I not only got through some real world issues but I went back and heavily reworked this book. I inserted a new chapter so it may seem like you had to pay for this one again but you should have gotten Ch20 which is new, for free if you'd already paid for 20. I just wanted to ensure I'd put out my best work and I felt this book needed more. I feel so much better about it now! No more rushing I hope!

I’ve lived my life, protecting myself from the world, from disappointment, betrayal and lies, but with her, I began to bring down those walls until I didn’t even know when my feelings developed into so much more without even seeing a glimpse of her. I skim over her collection, Motorcycle Club, Mafia... Disney Villain tales… and then there are the classics that she accidentally slipped out that she reads before denying she read them. I crouch down. They may be at the bottom, but the books have been read and I can’t help but smile. Jane Eyre, Anne of Green Gables, Pride and Prejudice, The Thirteenth Tale… Smiling, I take out the first book in the Anne of Green Gables collection, remembering ho

"It doesn't matter how much it cost me because you're worth everything I own." I feel a tightness in my throat and fight the tears pooling in my eyes. Oak's gift is the most thoughtful gift anyone has ever purchased for me. Thinking about how much it would have cost him, though, makes me a little sick. The first edition copy of Jane Eyre has to be worth tens of thousands of dollars. I return his kiss, wishing I wasn't falling deeper and deeper into this fantasy with him. When we break apart, I look into his beautiful eyes and feel a stray tear trickle down my cheek.

It smelled like vanilla I put it back quickly. No. I wasn't going to get comfortable here. This wasn't my home no matter how nice it looked. I walked back into the bedroom and that's when I saw the bookshelf. A whole wall of books. How did I miss that ? Oh right I was too busy having a mental breakdown. I walked over and looked at the titles. Jane Eyre. Wuthering Heights. Beauty and the Beast. Phantom of the Opera. Rebecca. These all looked familiar. I pulled out Jane Eyre and a piece of paper fell out. Fancy handwriting on expensive paper.