Jane Eyre Pages Novels & Stories

She was trying to unlock the page itself. “Julian, give me your hand!” she cried. “The Key needs a Soul to turn!” Julian didn’t hesitate. He grabbed her hand. His blue light merged with the fiery red of the key. An explosion of purple light blasted them both backwards. The white page didn’t break—it changed. Darkness still surrounded them, but thousands of glowing text lines filled the air, forming a huge spiderweb of sentences. “It’s the Table of Contents,” Julian whispered, wide-eyed. He reached out to touch a line: Chapter 12: The Hospital Garden. As his finger brushed it, a fresh flower scent drifted by.

anything to make her little one better. Sighed as her chest feeling tightened for a moment, she closed her eyes with a murmur in her heart 'it's been almost fifteen years, maybe... if you were still around all this wouldn't have happened... would you have protected her... would you will always be by our side... I hate you for leaving me like that, but I hate myself even more for letting you go that night...' let go of the book without her knowing as her hands didn't have the strength to hold it anymore while her strength in her body suddenly disappeared as she thought of that man, tears streaming from her eyes down to her cheeks... took a deep breath with a sigh as she blinked her blurry ey

‘you know what I am sorry I had to be your sister maybe that’s the only reason you hate me because you are still the twin brother of the weird magic girl’, I ran past him into my car and drove off. I entered the house took my food and ran into my room and shut the door immediately. I fell on my bed and slept off. When my eyes opened it was dark and Mom was obviously not home yet so I sat on my bed looking at the wall for about an hour. I was on my bed writing in my journal when some one knocked on my window and I flinched. I turned and staring at me were the hazel eyes of Beck Jameson. I closed my book and kept the book on my bedside table before going to meet him.

Jane placed her hand against the window. The glass was cold. She wondered if she had a home. If there was someone waiting for her. If there was someone searching for her. And without knowing why, her eyes suddenly became wet. A tear slipped down her cheek. Jane wiped it away immediately. She didn’t understand why she was crying. She didn’t remember anyone. And yet her heart seemed to remember something that her mind had forgotten. Someone. Someone she had trusted. Someone she had hoped would come. Jane closed her eyes again.

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.”

Flipping to the next page, I try to see if there's any indication of a title, since neither the front page nor first page have one. I don't see anything of the sort. Instead, I find a paragraph of ink marks that look similar to the one on the first page. "Is this a joke?" I flip to the next page and find the same handwriting, but the text in this one looks longer. Groaning, already starting to get irritated by the seemingly pointless search, I flip through some more pages, hoping that I find something meaningful. Rather, most of the pages of the book are blank. Just bare sheets of paper.

The one thing that she turns to when she needs an escape from her reality at the moment. “You must have something.” Gabe prombts her. “An old, worn out copy of Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë that I keep in between my mattresses so that no one will find it and take it from me. Reading that book always brings me comfort.” And gives her hope. It makes her feel so much better to read it.

He curiously opened it and saw drawings. He laughed as he read through. It belonged to Jane. She spelled some words wrongly. 'This is Jane. I lofe myself and my family.' She painted herself on the first page of the journal book. David took a seat. He kept flipping the pages and reading. He laughed and his eyes glistened with tears. She was a vibrant young girl, so playful and fun to be with. David got to a certain page. He didn't understand that part. Jane had drawn a rough sketch of a man she called her Aunt's friend.

“No.” Jane didn’t hesitate. She walked over and sat beside him on the riverbank, pulling her knees to her chest. “More visions?” He nodded, running a shaky hand through his hair. “Worse than before.” Jane studied him for a moment before reaching into her bag. She hesitated, then pulled out an old, fragile-looking piece of parchment, covered in the same ancient script as the book she had shown Caitlyn. “I think I found something about you,” she said carefully.

Eryx glared straight into her eyes, his patience gradually getting tested as he waited to get an answer from Jane. Jane took a deep breath, throwing herself onto the sofa next to her. “Isn't it obvious?” She asked, teasing Eryx. “What do you mean?” Eryx’ eyebrows furrowed deeply, his unwavering gaze fixated on Jane. “I came here because of you. You're the reason I am in this city anyway,” Jane revealed, biting on her finger seductively as her gaze remained fixated upon Eryx.