Jane Eyre First Chapter Novels & Stories

"You must be heavily retouched. Men like this don't exist in real life, but damn, whoever designed you sure was talented..." I flip back to the first chapter, only to let out a dreamy sigh when I see the chapter is named "Meet cute." It immediately makes me feel a twinge of jealousy toward the main character. "I wish I could take your place, girl. If my instincts are correct, you're about to meet the man of your dreams and find your happily ever after with Mr. Frontpage Daddy." As I say those words, something odd happens. The page of the book lights up in gold, like that scene in the second Harry Potter movie. Only this time, there are whispers, and the ink disappears from every page of the

Watching. His eyes didn’t blink. Didn’t waver. I was naked. Wet. Flushed. Fingers still between my thighs. He stepped forward. And I couldn’t breathe. --- End of Chapter One

CHAPTER 10 - JANE I open my eyes to a silver light shining down on me. My eyes are heavy from sleeping for what seems like ages. I look around and there's nothing familiar about this place. I try to move but my hands are chained and my legs too. I'm only in my panties and lace bra. My mouth is gagged with a piece of clothing. My skin is smudged with dirt and a bit of slimy substances. Tears slide down my eyes as I look around the place again. It seems to be a tube-like cage but it's transparent. My gaze travels farther and I might be wrong, but this looks like a cave. A creepy, blood-curdling, eerie, horrific cave.

I mumbled, heading toward the bathroom. Ryan didn’t stop me, but I felt his eyes on my ass the entire way. In the bathroom I wiped myself down with a warm cloth, wincing at how sensitive I still was. My reflection in the mirror looked thoroughly fucked…. flushed cheeks, messy hair, a faint hickey already forming on my collarbone. I smiled despite myself. When I came back out, Ryan was still naked, sitting on the edge of my bed flipping through another book *Jane Eyre* this time. “ ‘I am no bird; and no net ensnares me,’ ” he read aloud, voice low and smooth. He looked up at me, eyes gleaming. “Fitting, don’t you think? You tried to run earlier.”

She smiles as she is taken in amazement and fascination once more towards the grand library that stands with its fresh and finest beauty that is already standing with its glory right from the very beginning, and unto the first loop. “Calling for death.” Taken by the words that Jane just utters as she flips the pages of the book that she finds after falling right in front of her. She watches carefully as curiosity gets the better of her and flips the pages down to the specific chapter she reads. “The Necromancer.” Fully knowing who it is as she immediately looks at the book that she is holding, with the conviction and strengthen ideology that it was the same one. She walks forward, yet just e

Small, rectangular, wrapped in cream paper with a bronze ribbon. “Daniel…” “Just open it.” I unwrap carefully, my fingers trembling slightly. Beneath the paper is a book. Old leather binding. Gold lettering on the spine that catches the candlelight. Jane Eyre. First Edition. My breath catches. “This is…” “A 1847 first edition. Smith, Elder & Co. printing.” His voice is soft, almost vulnerable. “You told me that night, four years ago, that it was your favorite book. That your father used to read it to you before bed, doing all the voices. I’ve been looking for the right copy ever since.”

the girl tilt her head to the right as if pondering. "You need to stay here for a while so that your siblings, all of us will still have our home... I'm so... so sorry... I have to do th..." The headmistress haven't finished her sentence when someone snatched the child's hand from her. "Headmistress!!! Help!!!" the girl struggles and cries as the man takes her inside the mansion, leaving the headmistress sobbing outside the gate. "I'm sorry Raine..." "Young miss, I'm done cleaning her up."

His adamant denials left her feeling foolish, but not convinced. The roof peak of the cinderblock building where the vampires were being held appeared above waves of hay ready for harvest. With renewed vigor, she forced her way through the tall silken grass that would transform into rigid stalks once cut and dried. Frustration rose at how it wound around her leg from time to time as if trying to prevent her from her final destination. By the time she reached the building’s coarse exterior, she felt exhausted from the journey.

The moment I opened the bedroom door, the first thing I noticed was Jane’s sweet, feminine scent. She was close, for sure. Without thinking, my feet guided me toward her scent, leading me straight to her room’s broken door, its pieces lying in a corner. Jane was lying on the bed, her forehead sweaty, tossing and turning, struggling to sleep. Her finger looked better, but when I glanced at it, I immediately felt guilty for what I had done. I swallowed hard, taking a step forward, when Jane whispered with her eyes closed: “Marius…” My heart leapt in my chest as I absorbed my name on her sweet lips, her melodious, magnetic voice.