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Her rainbow eyes revealed mischief but she exhaled in relief and took a look at the remaining green bottle in her hand before whispering some words and materializing. Jane took an evening bath and got herself ready to meet her mysterious husband. She had received a call from Mister Paul earlier reminding her not to be late. She took a cab and went to Old Madam Ryan's mansion. It seemed like everyone around was already aware of her new status as she was being referred to as Young Madam. She got to the sitting room and met the Matriarch seated on a huge chair with a magazine in her hands. She was flipping the pages when she noticed Jane walking in timidly. She beamed at her.

Soon they were to write an essay on Jane Eyre in literature class, and Samantha looked forward to this as an opportunity to express her thoughts and feelings about this work. Noticing the shelf where the new book was, Sammy quickly found it. She liked the cover with the image of an old portrait - the girl, thanks to the efforts of the artist, looking at her through the centuries, seemed to be a real personification of Jane. Strict and restrained in appearance, but her eyes betrayed a real storm of feelings raging in her heart. As she was about to return to the counter, Sammy suddenly gave in to the temptation and took the book with her. Sitting down in a chair, she opened the novel, which gr

The meal is delicious and filling, making me feel rather drowsy. Despite my tiring day, I am not quite ready for bed, so when Taylor heads to his study, I curl up on the couch in front of the wood-burning stove. I find the book I have been reading on the app on my phone and turn on some Third Eye Blind, marvelling at all the technology in one small device, once again. I am soon engrossed in Jane Eyre, despite having read the book numerous times. I must have fallen asleep on the couch as I find myself in Taylor's arms as he carries me into the bedroom. "What time is it?" I whisper into his chest.

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.

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Jane said sadly. "I'll help you if you teach me to take control of my powers," I told her handing the book. She smiled. I watched her as she spun through the book. If there's a chance to help someone find happiness I would be happy to do so. "Here you go," Jane placed the book before me. I looked at it strangely not being to read. "Are you okay?" Jane was worried about me. "I can't read." "I understand, but don't worry I'll help you once I find my real mom."

She asked Pearl. Pearl started to say Bukowski but Rhys had ruined that for her. She thought about it and she remembered as a young girl the novel that truly changed her life. "Jane Eyre." She said. "The Brontës. It was Mr. Rochester that truly ruined me. A man and his ghosts. And a woman strong enough to love him despite them." She said. Erik looked at her. It took everything he had to stop himself from telling her right there and then she owned his heart.

And the last page with anything written in it was in English “THE RISE OF DISASTER” “That somewhat looks like blood. I haven’t seen these blank pages before and I’m sure I’ve gone over it like a hundred times or so.” Everest inspected but Eva had zones out, unaware of the world around her. She stared at the like she was drawn to it, like it was calling her. “That is enough; you are scaring my friend.” Jayne said closingthe book up and placing it on the table. Shouldn’t an old relic like this be kept somewhere safe until the museum picks it up?”

I knew who it was from the second I saw it, my heart did a traitorous flip as I carried it upstairs, glancing over my shoulder like Mirabel might appear at any moment. I slipped into our room, locked the door, and tore it open on my bed. Inside was a small wooden box. Nestled in velvet lay a rare first-edition copy of Jane Eyre, the cover worn but beautiful, it pages edged in gold. My breath caught. I’d mentioned it once during the holidays, of how it was my ultimate book boyfriend fantasy in physical form. Rhys had remembered. I opened it carefully. Tucked inside the front cover was a handwritten note on heavy cream paper, his strong, decisive script unmistakable.

The dark sky had been broken up into raindrops which scattered with the sound of gurgling and the distinctive smell of rain. This atmosphere is very fitting with her sad mood, in line with the story of the novel she was reading, Jane Eyre. Although in her heart she intended not to read the book, because the book was highly recommended by Diana, the woman who was a thorn in her love story. However, Kat couldn't help herself. She keep read it and couldn't stop. She arrived at the part where the main character in the story failed from an imminent wedding ceremony, which only needed to say the wedding vows and was crushed by an unexpected reality.