Little Women The Novel Novels & Stories

She admired the colours each one had and how each presented itself with a unique quirk. Noticing one that seemed to have worn off more than the rest she pulled it out of the rack. Flipping it over to see its cover she smiled at the title written in bold letters the words read Greensburrow. It was a children's book about a young boy and girl who arrived at an orphanage together and became good friends. The girl, Anna was an adventurous soul who would often get herself in trouble but had Eliot, the boy always there to save her.

I acted like Roana, no other persons know besides the maids, the professor, and my mom. "Stand straight, chin up be proud, walk with class and confidence," Mrs. Levine said, slowly tap my shoulder with the stick she's holding I gasp and did what she said I look straight at the door, slowly walking. "Good, Good! Montenegro blood child, you should act and talk like one," She added, her strict-looking face with her glasses was making it more intense. I did what I needed to do, I act and walk like Roana, even talk like her. I slump at the bed tired of my lessons the entire day but I want my freedom, engagement over freedom? would I really like that? I shrug the thought away and decided to sleep.

I was no where near beautiful than those sisters. After watching Sir Felix, I studied his sister preys next. I sneakily followed each of them around the convent. The Saint Agatha sisters were alike with the Saint Guillermo girls. The book described the preyed girls as innocent, kind, and prim and proper, worthy of being a prey. And Sister Ana, Sister Scarlet, and Sister Veronica were just like that. How could I be this type of person when I was the opposite? I just had to try. I walked out my room after grooming myself. I made sure that I was wearing a clean habit and that I smelled like roses instead of sweat. I even put a little blush on my lips and also on my cheeks. But I had a different

The high shrill of her voice makes itself notice, and she can't help but secretly compare her tone to a chicken getting slaughtered inside a slaughtering house. The look on her face completely displayed that she was annoyed-way above annoyed, to say the least. Nevertheless, your mother forces a tight smile, chuckling a bit before shaking her head instead. "Oh. It's nothing." She doesn't wait for her response and passes the pissed-out the woman in a flash. Where are you, Lia? She thinks to herself. - You continue to fiddle with the extra lace of your dress, head drooped down low as you mumble out a few words from a nursery rhyme you had learned a few days ago at school.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I looked at his face to search for possible answers – if there were any. "Nothing," He looked away and stood up. I looked at the small window beside me and saw the gradient fills of orange and yellow in the sky. It's almost sun down. I relocated my vision to the never-ending fields of corn and wheat, and an imaginative memory flashed on my mind. I recalled how I imagined the fields of Concord, Massachusetts – where the story of Little Women took place. In the story, Jo March's book was criticized and the publisher said that it was unacceptable due to the protagonist not being married in the ending – which was completely twisted!

I gazed at her longer to get a better look. That was when she also looked at me. “Oh…” Her eye colour… “Suna?” Clairmont stopped beside me. He seemed to follow my gaze when he asked, “Who’s that with Carter?” “Oh, that?” I unconsciously smirked, somewhat excited. I mean… “That, is the revered Minerva Lyle Williams, the female protagonist of this novel!” …What are the chances that I get to meet the female lead here?