Jane Eyre Novels & Stories

They had turned their backs on me, with joined hands. My eyes fluttered open, I sat up quickly, and I saw a lady in a gold glistening gown, she had a tight smile on her face. She gestured to me to come close to her. She looked like she was in her late 30s, still very young with brown skin and jet black hair. Everywhere was cloudy as though we were in the sky, walking on clouds. I walked towards her, trying to see if I would fall. Oh… I forgot I’m already dead.

Her father is hardly ever home, working long hours in the city while her mother spends most of her time grading papers from all of her high school students. She opens the door quietly, but there is no need. Her mother is still awake. She's curled up in the living room reading her latest adventure novel wrapped on the comfy (and dare she call ugly) recliner her father just had to have. Her curly auburn hair is up in a bun with a few stray strands spiraling free as her eyes intently scan the new Kindle she received for her birthday only a few weeks ago. It's safe to say she has become a little obsessed with it. Can't say Sera can blame her. She herself escapes to a different world every time s

They are going to the Sy's mansion, and Jane thought that it is good for Justin to take a breath outside of the house. Jane's work there in the mansion is going pretty well, she has been a housemaid for 5 years now, and the payment gets higher based on her length of service. There are several housemaids serving the family of Sy, and Jane is one of them. Justin, however, stuck in the house all day, and even if he tried to read countless times, memorize the basic alphabet, tried to count numbers, his dyslexia and dyscalculia hinder him from learning that simple thing.

She had pouted, wiggled and jiggled her ample assets at him but one look from him was all it took to have her scampering off like a little mouse. Not far away, Jane tossed and turned in the great white bed of Wayne’s townhouse, looking out of the open window and counting the twinkling stars in the cloudless night sky. All she could think of was the hatred that filled Daniel’s eyes. Why was she grieving over a man who literally left her with scars? Was she so desperate for love that she had welcomed any imitation of it? Even the ones that came in the form of Daniel Winters? Jane did not know, she did not want to know.

The two women, who had only been bickering earlier, responded in unison, "What does she have to be so prideful for?? She is just a janitor, and a pregnant one no less! Just look at the way she looks down on everything. People who don't know her might just think she is a queen!" Hearing the accusation toward Jane from the two women had triggered Ivy's rage. She had already been frustrated at Jane. No one knew Jane's background better than her in White Ocean City. Jane was merely a woman who had been abandoned by Alex and could only remain in the Powell mansion as a janitor, like a parasite, and all that was exchanged with her own body once she gave birth. "Jane Sheen! Get out here right now!!

Joe clears his throat gently, then says to the young woman, “young Miss Jane, as you wished, Mister Smith has come to entertain you as a Companion for the afternoon while your father is in a meeting with Lotus Pond Entertainment. Please remember your manners.” Jane pulls away from me with a low but playful huff of complaint but offers me a somewhat dazzling smile. Her long locks of black hair frame her heart-shaped face, but it is her beautiful ice-blue eyes I find myself unable to look away from. They’re an unnatural hue, but I can’t tell if it is because of an illness or if she was merely born this way.

Jane said, she was a woman, in the son is seriously ill, her husband abandoned the background, living every day in fear. She herself alone late at night to endure the inner torment and fear, a person to bear a lot of many, she endured those she did not want to and do not want to talk to people, no one knows how she was over those days, only she understands herself, she is encountered every day to undergo what. From beginning to end, Jane Tong just take that pair of eyes in the eyes of Mrs. Jane, arrogant and insolent eyes, straight hanging eyes looking at Mrs. Jane, quietly listening to the noblewoman.

“You didn’t have to say anything. You could’ve just shown up. Like always.” Before I could answer, the doorbell rang. Brian and I turned toward the door. A chill spread down my spine. He opened the door. And there she was. The devil. Amelia. Dressed in a beige designer coat, oversized sunglasses, and a practiced frown. She clutched her chest like a soap opera actress and rushed toward me. “Jane! Oh my God, Jane…” Her hug was stiff. Her perfume was too sweet. Her whole presence felt wrong.

her soon-to-be nemesis, current partner-in-apprehension, asked. Jane swiped a small river of rain from her eyes and hunched in close to the kitchen window she was supposed to be covering. She couldn't see much. Blinking several times to clear the water from her eyes she looked again. This time she was able to see a dingy little kitchen, sparsely furnished with the bare basics of appliances and a small card table with one pathetic chair. No shadowy human forms were in sight. "No," she replied sulkily.

His long and full eyelashes hid the bitterness in his eyes. A prey named Jane Dunn. She was not pretty, not sexy, not strong, and not flirtatious. She was not even outstanding. However, she was this woman. She was just a prey in his life. She was just like his other targets. However, she had become a shadow in his life for so many years. She was vague and not memorable. She was merely a light shadow, but somehow, he could not get rid of her no matter how hard he tried.