Jane Eyre Pages Novels & Stories

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.

When I arrived at pages 61, 62 and 63 it was blank, nothing was written on it, then pages 64, 65 and 66 were torn from the diary as in discarded for what reason I don't know. My brows furrowed. Why? Why did my cousin cut the three pages and where are the pages now? What's written on it? This piqued my interest. Then on page 67 there are only a few words written on it that say... "I finally saw the man of my dreams!" I quickly jumped to the conclusion that maybe this guy... was the one my cousin had met in the city and she told the maid about him. But where is this particular maid? I want to talk to her!

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.

The last page. Blank except for one line. In fresh ink. Black. Still wet at the edges. You forgot to write the ending. She stared at the sentence. The ink gleamed. She touched it. Wet. Real. She stood. Called Ethan's name. He answered from downstairs. Footsteps quick on the stairs. He appeared in the doorway. Saw her face. Crossed the room in three strides. "What happened?" She held out the pages. He read them silently. When he reached the last line his jaw tightened.

“I saw this document in Mr. Vale’s private study while I was cleaning his desk. I do not understand what is written inside, but I felt it would be important to you, so I duplicated the pages so I won't be caught. Stay safe, Jane.” Jane’s vision blurred as hot tears covered her face. She placed a trembling hand over her mouth, fighting more tears from falling. Betty, who had leaned over her shoulder to finish reading the nanny's parting note, let out a sharp breath. "This is it. This is all we need," she announced, her voice rising with excitement. Jane stood up abruptly from the bed, clutching the heavy file tightly against her chest. Without uttering a single word to Betty, she turned and m