Jane Eyre First Chapter Novels & Stories

The following morning, Jane woke up feeling a burning sensation next to her. She shifted uncomfortably and opened her eyes slowly. Her gaze immediately fell onto the handsome man lying beside her, their skin touching intimately. He was completely naked. She froze for a moment before letting out a loud scream, "Ah!" Panicked, she scrambled away from him, causing the blanket to slip off her body, revealing bruises all over her skin. The man lazily opened his eyes and spoke in a relaxed tone, "You're up early."

They stopped what they were doing and looked at her. "Listen up! She is a newbie. Teach her some manners and fix her at a position." Irene said nonchalantly and walked out. Jane was stunned. She was left alone to face these vipers and bloodsuckers. Hold on, blood was oozing out of her ear after she touched it. Her eyes widened. Were they looking at her this way because of the blood? Did they get tempted and thereby wanted to suck her blood? This was very bad. She became afraid when a girl started walking towards her. Jane shook her head.

Frowning, I remove its contents, and my eyes grew. “First edition of Jane Eyre!” I say with excitement, then I blanch. Why was I excited about this? I look up at him and see the smile forming on his face. “I knew it,” he says and sits down on the chair next to my bed. “I knew you would remember your favourite book, even if you forgot everything else. Literature used to be your sanctuary.”

Her body felt warm, as she closed her eyes, gave into Allen [ since she wasn't much of a kisser ], and enjoyed the feeling. None of them noticed the strange thing that was about to happen. On Allen's back, the shape of a dragon began to show, the color was nothing but ice as the image became brighter, it levitated [ the drawing of a dragon] above them and later lowered itself while Jane's red hair [ Remember the part in one of the early chapters of this

He stares at the shut door of the study and moves on downstairs with an emotionless face. Downstairs, Jane chews down her food with her mind else where, which was what the two were talking about. She hears the footsteps of Edward and she quickly turns in his way. She sees him coming down, and she quickly stretches her head out to have a look. However, she didn’t expect to meet Edward’s cold and stern gaze. Jane freezes for a moment and wanted to lower her head, but it was too late. Edward walks towards her and the first he asks her is,

I rose from bed, frustrated to my gut as I left for the library, the only place I knew I could find my peace. I grabbed a book from the first shelf, it was my best book and I didn't mind reading it over again a hundred times. If it successfully keeps my mind off Andrew and his lady, I'd be glad. I curled up on the couch, looking down into the Jane Eyre novel. Every chapter is etched in my memory, and each sentence felt like an old friend whispering to me again. I didn’t even need to turn the pages to know what came next, yet still, I let my eyes wander across the words, soaking in the comfort of the story.

"A Daughter's Choice" Jane's POV I was standing outside the biggest house I'd ever seen, holding Victoria's business card and wondering if I was making a mistake. The Whitmore mansion looked like something from a fairy tale - all tall windows and stone walls and perfect gardens. "Jane," Victoria said, opening the front door before I even knocked. "I'm so glad you came." "I almost didn't." "What changed your mind?" "I need to know if you're telling the truth."

I hadn't notice the uneasiness amongst the crowd at first, but slowly i became aware of it. "Why isn't the bride out yet" hung on every lips. "What is Aurora doing, she wanted a flawless day and was denting it herself" i muttered I caught Jane Eyre arose from where she sat and headed towards the dressing room. Few seconds later, she let out a blood cry that strike horror in heart of every listener. I felt a knot in my throat as my leg shook with fear. I gave Cal a confused look before arising from where i sat and headed towards the direction Jane went earlier, Calhoun followed closely.

Ava's POV The first thing I felt was weight. Not the kind that pressed on my chest from nightmares, but a heavy stillness that seemed to stretch through my bones and muscles, like I had been asleep for years. My eyelids fought against the faint stream of sunlight filtering in through the curtains, but when I finally managed to open them, the room swam into focus. I was in my bed. My room. The familiar carved headboard above me, the heavy quilt drawn to my waist, the scent of lavender candles long burned out. My breath came shallow, weak, as if I had only just clawed my way back from drowning.

Every great love deserves to be remembered, every single day. Tears filled her eyes. Without speaking, she picked up a pen and wrote beneath his words. Chapter One: Today, we laughed over terrible pancakes. Daniel smiled. “That’s how you want our story to begin?” She closed the journal and looked into his eyes. “No.” She kissed him softly. “It began the day two strangers met between shelves of books and unknowingly found their way home.” Outside, the rain continued to fall.