Jane Eyre First Chapter Novels & Stories

Jane steps so fast. Her heart was beating so fast, shame filled her heart and rises to her head. This is the first time she feels this way. She is so embarrassing that she doesn’t know what to do. ‘Who was he??’ ‘What is happening to me?’ Slowly, Jane’s figure moved away from Abelard. Abelard’s eyes continue to watch Jane from her back without blinking. A young girl who is really beautiful. This is the first time he’s seen her.

I just pray they don't touch my sister. Jane's pov I opened my eyelids and looked around me. I was tied on a chair and my mouth covered with a piece of cloth. I remembered when I was coming back from the grocery store and noticed someone following me and before I knew it, I blacked out. A man walked in and I stared at his face. He was smirking. "Hey pretty, you're awake. I guess you must be hungry. Let me get you food to eat." He turned back again and came with a plate of food.

I preferred to go into a staring contest with an inanimate object that to look at Asher, who I might have consciously forgotten. A book on the shelf stood out, it was inconspicuously standing out among its peers; Jane Eyre. A classic I had gotten as a gift for my eighteenth birthday from Reene, thinking of my Reene my eyes began to tear up. I hadn’t contacted any one from home since and although it was barely twelve hours since I left, I could not help thinking of them.

*** THE YEAR 1991 *** Jane was still writing down on the paper she had been holding since last night. Paul gave it to her as a gift and she wondered what she will write on that clean piece of paper. Her father was still on the farm, weeding some seeds from the ground, and Jane was looking farther than she thought. She sat down on the stool beside the bed she had been lying down earlier and wrote down the first sentence that came through her mind. "When the first time I saw you, I thought I saw something strange."

Which in English meant : The story of a dead woman. Dad was never one to read books so why would he keep a book that had a creepy title hidden inside his drawer? Curiosity got the best of me, making me pick up the book and sit down in Dad's office chair as I opened the book where I was immediately met by the first chapter. Chapter One: Le jour de ma première mort It was never easy to make a life changing decision but I never knew how that felt… because I never made my own decisions. Not once.

When dinner came, I almost shed a tear. Jane slid a plate of half bread over to me. It was as hard as a rock, and my teeth ached as I rushed for the first bite. It was also difficult to hold my first meal of the day in my palms. Jane said, "Finish that quickly. Your bath is ready." I stood on my feet and walked to the railings, keeping my hands at my side as I cried. "Let me out of here! I don't want to be anyone's breeder."

I said and he reluctantly nodded. I walked into the house and Laurel was the first person I saw- just perfect! I would make sure to put in some good words into her rusty head! TBC Sneak peak on the book, MY DEVILISH ADDICTING ALPHA Chapter 1 The howls of wolves could be heard from afar as the full moon shone brightly up the sky. Ismene kept staring at the sky, as she bit her nails. This was one of those times, she'd find joy in staying alone and looking at the sky.

“Yes, perfectly.” “Good, now scram,” he watched as she took off and shut the door behind her the he turned to look at the dust covered book on his shelf with a glint in his eye. ##### Jane walked up the stairs to the street above the underground tube, still shaky and trying hard not to scream hysterically. She shivered as she thought of the robbery. “Hey lady, take off the bag and hand it over so you don’t get killed over this.” “Please, I really don’t have anything.”

Something had befall him, he couldn't fathom what had happened. Steps could be heard faintly and that was Damien walking away without a care or knowledge of the world. But there someone stood up there, watching what had transpired between them. She crease her forehead not getting a single grasp of what was happening. ***** How was the first chapter readers? Show your support for the Author by ranking the story up. YONBADE Benjamin

Dante said. Elian held his wine glass. "Not a resolution," he said. "Not a completion. An — opening." He paused, finding the right word. "The last chapter is the first morning of the next year. The character wakes up and the house is exactly as it was when he arrived and also completely changed because he is. And he makes coffee. And the person he loves is still asleep. And he stands in the kitchen in the early light and he knows—" He stopped. "What does he know?" Dante said.