Jane Eyre Pages Novels & Stories

The warm glow is enough for me, as my feet shuffle towards the books. All first collections. My fingers reach for their spines as I go from row to row, my eyes getting even wider as I move. Jane Austen’s first collection. To Kill a Mockingbird. Pride and Prejudice. Crime and Punishment. Ulysses. The Great Gatsby. These had to have cost a fortune. I reach the end of the top row and grab a book. Jane Eyre. A door cracks open in a corner, but it sounds so far away that I don’t move. Until a second later when I hear footsteps right behind me.

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.

Emma knew all wasn't close to well. Resisting the urge to hug her so she wouldn't feel how worried she was, Emma sighed in relief and continued with the book. Jemi stood beside her pulling the book out of her hand and examining the cover "pride and prejudice" she flipped a page. "I can't get past that page and it makes me want to tear at something" "Let me read it to you" she pulled the table close and sat on it. Emma lay on her side watching her squint at the book pages and it downed on her "you once use glasses?" She asked.

My one choice would decide the fate of this island. I felt a strange feeling holding me and could hear the screams. It was a calling. Someone was begging me for help. Tugging at my hair, I peeked inside the book. In Pages, a lady seemed to be working on a design with her child wrapped against her back. The little one with shiny eyes was dreaming while holding her mom tightly. I could feel the warmth of her smile. Nerves get on me when I put my hand on the page. The light penetrated my body. Within moments, I felt a drastic change in my surroundings.

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.

I made my way to the main library, hoping a book would distract me. The room was dark, I turned on a small lamp and started browsing the shelves, running my fingers along the spines. I needed something comforting, something that would take me far away from this confusing house and the man who lived in it. I pulled out an old copy of Jane Eyre and settled into the armchair by the window. But even the words on the page couldn’t hold my attention. My mind kept drifting back to Lucian, the way his body had reacted when he saw me naked.

" I raise my brows. I quickly rush out of the washroom and shout out to Miss Jones and she comes running towards me. "What happen my lady? Why are you shouting like that?" she comes hurriedly and open the door of my room. "Mrs.Jones, I think something is wrong with this book. You see the thing over here. It has written I am watching you over here. I think this is for me," I panic while she rushes towards the book and holds the book in her hands and turn the cover page of the book. She laughs after she looks at the page. Does she think this is funny? This isn't funny at all. She doesn't know how weird I am feeling right now and how scared I am right now and she is just laughing after that?

I glanced at him, then back at Christopher, and let the silence linger for another moment before I added, “I could read to you, just to help.” He didn’t respond, but Felix wagged his tail. I took that as a yes. I crossed the room quietly, stepping towards the bookshelf. My fingers traced over the spines until they landed on a small, paperback volume with gold-stamped lettering. I read quietly, “Jane Eyre” Perfect, I hoped. I returned to the chair diagonal from his, sank into the cushion, and opened to the first page. And as I began to read, the room softened, not entirely, but enough.

I hold the book in my hand thinking about her difficult time, Aubrey took the book down and started flipping a few pages to find out, in the book was clipped to yellow stained paper with the words scribble in a familiar way. "Uncle Hector, the diary.." Aubrey yelled, startling me. I took out Ancanta's diary and began to open the same pages. Aubrey took those pieces of paper and put them together, they were done. It turns out that these pages were not trampled on, but Ancanta tore them up and hid them in this book. Aubrey and I both looked at each other in surprise and at Mrs. Jane's side, only before our eyes was not Mrs. Jane but a very young nun, who was looking at us with surprised eyes.

But something made me pick it up and flip to the first page. The handwriting was barely legible. Messy scrawls that slanted across the page in red ink. Some words were pressed so hard into the paper that they’d torn through to the next page. Others were so light I could barely make them out. “Can’t stop seeing it. Over and over. Blood everywhere. Her eyes. Dead eyes. My hands. Always my hands.” “What the hell…?” I whispered. That was probably where I should have stopped, but I couldn’t help it. I flipped to the next page.