Jane Eyre Third Edition Novels & Stories

***** It has been three days of no much happenings, since I came back to my cell. Mathew has been helping me move around, 'cause I am still using crutches. We've maintained the same routine; breakfast, Chores, lunch, recreation, training, dinner, and back to the cells again. I spent most of my recreation time in the Library. It's easier to dodge attention, lurking amongst bookshelves and blending with the elderly and sick, reading my life away. We were heading back to the cells, when a guard I hadn't met approached me. Martin, his uniform tag read.

It hit her shoulders with a sound, turning her skin into a thick soapy lather that started to dissolve the tracks on her father's paper. "The rest will be cleaned " the voice of the First Compositor echoed through the oil-grease of the deflector-flap. She wasn't an oil-cloth shadow anymore; her four-bladed steel rotary cutter had been mounted to the main cleaning-axle above the chute, its thirty-foot blades turning at three thousand revolutions per minute as they followed the line of the lye-piston down the chimney. "The third edition was a fake. The new line does not include the wolf or the silver mark."

"Forgive me, Elder Yoris. I just thought you looked so... radiant in this one. I couldn't help myself." "That was taken during my residency in Zurich," Jane snapped, her voice tight. "I don't care for others handling my personal effects." "I understand. I’m truly sorry. Please, don't let a foolish old woman ruin your morning." Seeing Elaine’s pathetic submission, Jane’s irritation cooled into a simmering condescension. She set the photo back with a sharp clack. "Tell me," Elaine continued, her voice soft and probing, "did you cross the sea alone? Did you find any... kin over there? Any friends who felt like home?"

For those who may have read Chapter 29 already, you do not need to reload - nothing changed in the chapter. Just a system glitch. Chapters 30 and 31 are ready to be uploaded - I should be able to upload tomorrow morning. I do not want the chapters to get messed up. Nor do I want you to pay for a Chapter you already purchased. Hope you are enjoying the story so far. There are still lots of questions to be answered and bumps in the road, before Elizabeth can find her happily ever after. Hope you are enjoying Rejected so far. Ellie xo

-Jane Eyre Chapter twenty-seven of Jane Eyre, a particular quote comes to mind as he stares at me with that penetrating gaze, a gaze that is figuratively burning a hole in me. At this moment I am battling the same thoughts that she did, between what’s right, and wrong, and what I actually want.

***the previous chapter is the last chapter in which Amory’s POV will appear. We have now arrived at the point of the original book ‘Damaged’ on the chapter titled ‘Three Years Later’ if you wish to read both books as they occur in-sync with each other*** Amory is behind the bar dressed in a black halter top with black booty shorts and silver stilettos, which is typical for her, and I see her kick into high gear when Sy starts waving to get someone’s attention. We all know that this is do-or-die time! But a couple of drunk dumb fucks smashed to the ground behind me, breaking glasses and spilling liquor everywhere.

________________ 3rd Person A little while later Jane stood outside Eric’s front door, her arms crossed over her chest, the investigative reports curled in her small fist. When the door finally swung open, Eric looked overjoyed to see her, but before he could get a word in edgewise, she thrust the papers into his chest, “You’re a prince!?”

"Y-Yeah... why?" "Maybe there are clues in the notes. Is it still with you?" "I threw it away," she said, then switched the T.V. channel. She doesn't like late night shows anymore. More dramas and nonsense shows. "Oh," her friend said regretfully. "Keep the notes next time. You know... maybe one of these days he might introduce himself in a note." "His name is Third. That's always on the note, eh." "So, do you know anyone who has the same name?"

Alright, send it up to my room," Jane said, still puzzled. Getting to her bedroom, she began to undress from the entrance. She kicked off her heels and hastily stepped out of her clothes. She went to her bathroom, letting the hot water wash away the stress of the day. She changed into her nightdress and prepared for bed. As she was about to slip under the covers, her eyes landed on the red package sitting on her table. Curiosity piqued, she took it and examined it closely, looking for any sender's details but she found none. Grabbing her pocket knife, she carefully sliced open the package. As she peered inside, a small scream escaped her lips.

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