Novel & Cerita Jane Eyre

“ ‘Her coming was my hope each day, Her parting was my pain; The chance that did her steps delay Was ice in every vein.’” Happy Valentine’s Day, My Rebellious Heiress Oh. Oh no. Sebastian did indeed get me a Valentine’s Day gift, after all. I smile wistfully at the Jane Eyre quote and remove the top of the box. Whatever was inside, they had wrapped in a layer of silk that I peel back; then my heart explodes with what lay inside. It was a first-edition set of Jane Eyre!

In my mind, she should be a crazy beautiful woman. But the woman in front of me was clearly not like the madwoman in the attic of Mr. Rochester's house in "Jane Eyre" that I had seen for the first time. She was desolate and noble, like the bright moon in the sky, which could only be admired from afar and not be profaned. Those delicate facial features showed no signs of aging even after years had passed. Paired with a dress and a pale white complexion, the clear blue bracelet on her wrist complements her beauty, making her look as pure as jade.

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.

No voice. Nothing. After several seconds, the footsteps began again, moving away. Jane slowly relaxed. Maybe she was simply becoming paranoid. After everything she had gone through, perhaps it was natural. She turned toward the window. Outside, the rain continued falling. The village of Varina was somewhere beyond the temple walls, hidden behind the heavy rain and mist. Somewhere far away from the manor. Far away from Victor. Far away from the life she could no longer remember. Jane placed her hand against the window.

She was currently washing her hands on the sink. I felt nauseous. What I obviously meant by women stuffs—is menstruation; quite a torture for women. I was about to enter one of the stalls, when all of the sudden, the lady walked towards me, facing me with those brown eyes of hers. "Are you perhaps, Charlotte Hayes?" She asked, with a soft tone. I nodded my head in a gentle manner as a response, and said, "Oh, yes, I am." "You're quite the beauty.." she mumbled, looking at me from the bottom to the top; as if she's observing my appearance. It felt weird for some reason, yet I couldn't pinpoint why. "Maybe that's why," she continued, "You managed to catch his interest."

Jake's eyeballs lit up, and he replied, "Do you remember?" Jake seemed to be looking really pleased. "Am I a sweet, feminine woman, but I become the opposite in war?" I asked again. "Exactly. Do you remember who you are, Jane?" he asked. "No. These are all stories of Jane Evelyn, the main character in a novel I wrote. Now, I'm sure of my assumptions and guesses. This place shouldn't exist in the real world. Am I entering a fantasy world?"

Yes, no secrets there I told her already. ************************** Jane P.O.V. DREAM: I’m standing in a open field of flowers and grass and there is a lake beside it. It looks wonderful. In the distance I can see there is a light coming towards me and I’m not afraid. It’s the same light that I saw earlier that was talking to me. “My dear child, you’ve been trough so much the last days. I understand your pain and frustration.”

Aside from that… [“Don’t ever come and see him again. I hate him. We don’t need someone like him.” Jane sighed sharply after recalling what Eugene said to her before. Her feet ceased as she thought of the plan on how she’ll deal with Eric’s condition if Eugene hates his father so much. “This will be a long battle,” she whispered with a nod. Turning her head, Jane saw her reflection through the mirror. She’s wearing a peach dress and white doll shoes. Jane put light make-up on and she tied her jet-black hair half. Seeing her image, she broke into a smile. Jane is naturally gorgeous from head to toe. Her hair is shining black, in contrast to her pale skin that is as white as snow. Her eyes are

I replied "I see" She turned to face Bella and said, "He seems pretty decent" "Whatever," Bella rolled her eyes at her. "What about you Eva? What do you do," I asked. "I work at a bookstore for now but I'm lucky enough to have my father's money to take me around the world for fifty years without getting poor" she smiled and I smiled with her. "So, where are you from?" I asked She was silent for a moment. "Ah, new Orleans" She replied

“Look there, alongside Tecumseh. There’s a man on a sorrel horse. Why, he looks like your friend—the one who came to visit when I was little. And he looks ill—Mother! Mother, come quick!” Elizabeth Galloway came from upstairs, a slight frown creasing her forehead. She was a tall woman, a little bent now from the hard work of looking after a growing family. Elizabeth’s beauty was fading, from too many babies and too little care. Her hair, once as shiny and golden as Rebecca’s was now the consistency of straw, and her blue eyes looked weary. She went to the door, wiping her hands on the plain cotton of her apron. “Honestly, James! Go and make them welcome!”