Jane Eyre Mga Nobela at Kwento

JANE's POV I woke up with a terrible headache. I was on the floor, and I struggled to remember why I was lying under my mirror stand. I tried to stand up but my head was banging and my eyes were spinning. I fell down twice when I tried to stand up so I decided to stay still for a while before I attempted to get up again. I got up without falling down this time. My hand was on my head, and it was aching badly. I took out my phone to check the time, but I couldn't see clearly because my eyes were half closed. I checked the time and saw that it was already 10 a.m. I jumped and tossed my phone on my bed. I looked at the door, wondering why my kids or Esther didn't knock on it. Then I realized th

She sighed of the thought. 5. Jane looked at herself in the mirror and closely examined herself. A lot of people think I'm pretty, am I really? But why has she not able to get a suitable mate. She thought as she examind herself in the mirror. Jane was tall, petit woman with small waist and quite a gifted breast and hips. Although her nose is small it was quite long and complement her hear shape face, almond eyes and red lips.

Two minutes later he entered to the library looking everywhere, when he spotted her he came closer. "Hey. " He said moving a chair backwards and sitting down while placing his backpack on the desk. "Hi. " "I hope you don't mind but i got ahead in the assignment. " He said placing a copy of the book "Pride And Prejudice" by Jane Austen on the desk. Its cover had a girl with brown short curly hair and wearing a pink long dress that resembled a night gown, and a bonnet in her head seated on a chair looking somewhere else. She was resting her chin on her left index finger while on her right hand she was holding what it seemed a piece of paper. The cover was attractive to Amy, who always wanted t

She was staring at the ceiling, trying hard to pretend none of this was happening. “What’s your name?” I asked. She hesitated. “Jane. My name is Jane.” Jane? Even her name was common. “Who are you, Jane? I asked. Her head turned toward me. “I’m a maid,” she said. “Obviously,” I retorted. “Who owns you?” I asked. “I'm a person of my own. Although I work for Alpha Theo, the alpha of the blood moon.” Something stir within me as she mentioned the blood moon. How did a wonderful treasure like her end up in the blood moon?

Nothing happened, as a matter of fact. She peeled one eye open at first, surprised to notice him standing before her with another book in his hand. Intently peering down at her. "I believe this will also be of your taste," he gently offered it to her, patiently waiting for her to take it. She could feel her cheeks heating up, growing a little embarrassed by her own childish reactions. Eros and Psyche, the title read as she lowered her gaze to the book in his hand, making her shift it back up to peer into his hypnotic blue eyes.

The same old nonsense—the cocky Sebastian, smiling at her while quietly assuming she was too emotional to think straight. And right on cue, Jane walked out the sliding doors with a tray of drinks, dressed in soft beige and that same gentle smile she wore when pretending to be harmless. “I brought iced tea,” she said. “Thought you all might need something cool.” She placed the glasses down and glanced at Eleanor, a little too sweet. “My lady, are you alright? You look… tired.” “I’m fine,” Eleanor said flatly. Jane’s gaze flicked to the brothers. “Sorry, I should’ve introduced myself, my lords… I am Jane Thorne. I am a servant in this mansion, and my father works here as a butler.”

JANE I heard the words leave my mouth before I could stop them. "It's only fair to end this with a little bit of crass, is it not?" His eyebrows went up. Interest flickered across his face. I stood, tucking the bills into my purse with deliberate slowness. Five hundred dollars. That was textbooks and maybe even groceries that weren't ramen. My hands weren't shaking anymore. I was Jailbird now. Fully Jailbird. Jane Puckett was locked away somewhere safe.

Jane Eyre comes up. Okay. She is an absolute heroine of mine, but a bit too much of a goody-goody-two-shoes for my current requirements. If she had embarked on a riotous affair with Rochester while he was still married, then I could have a use for her. But that was the whole point of the story. She treasured her dignity as an emancipated woman more than a quick tumble in the hay with her boss. I have to rule her out. What does her noble behaviour say about me?

I pick it up and notice that it has my name on it. Should I open it? I know it's not good to snoop around people's stuff but... at least I have to know what's in the box. I need to know. If it has my name, then it means it's meant for me. I carefully open the box and inside, I find a novel. 'JANE EYRE by Charlotte Brontë' Scott loved to read, alot. I bet he was going to surprise me with this novel later but... whatever happened, already happened. I will definitely read it.

It wasn't long before she found out that she could read everything despite very slowly. It was a poem, which read as follows: 'It was the Coming of the Midnight Sun, A daughter of the Sacred Wood, Lay in a chamber of the House of the Moon, And thus shall wither like a dying star Til the touch of a virgin at dawn.'