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Still, I grabbed my phone right by the crates and clicked open the first article I found on the Arthur family. The words jumped out at me from the screen, taunting me with everything they had in them. It was today. Jane’s funeral was today.

And then she came back, and reluctantly had said he can go out in the backyard for a while. So I have been sitting here alone with four books laying next to me, all the books that I have read, and finished in the last week. I had pulled Jane Eyre from another fancy glass case not giving a second thought if he had something to say about it when he found out. The binding is so old, and worn making it more beautiful than any other, cheap, paperback copy you would find in a bookstore. I couldn’t resist feeling all the intricate flowery looking designs, on the brown colored cover of the book, and turning the yellow colored pages getting a whiff of that wonderful old book smell. It’s a first editi

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No one has found the bodies yet, though, so theres still a lingering hope out there that they're alive. I sigh as I crawl under the thick quilt, flicking on the lamo beside me as I pull out my latest find at Barnes and Nobels: The Winter Garden by the famous Kristin Hannah. This woman's books are truly amazing. Then, after an hour long reading session, I find my eyes beginning to shut against my will, so I set down the book on the bedside table and shut off the lamp. ~ The next morning...

magazine. Jane: Greetings, everyone! I'm Jane Austen, the upcoming cover girl for "Micro Times". The pure and beautiful cover girl is here, please take her away... [Picture] [Picture]... … There were hundreds of comments, with most expressing curiosity about her identity and some complimenting her beauty. A few comments stood out. Jane quickly exited Twitter, realizing that these followers were just curious about her, not actual fans. She needed to focus on her work and let that speak for itself, just like before...

I laughed at that and Jane smiled. "I thought as much, but it's obvious she likes you," she said and I looked back at Eleanor who was taking a seat at the extreme end of the room, picking out a novel from her bag as she began to read. "Have you met her? She hated my guts!" I said, laughing at the thought of Eleanor ever liking me. It was close to impossible. "Then why don't we check it out." Jane smiled, before standing on the table and I looked at her in shock

Jane said, opening a cabinet to reveal a small fridge containing some champagne, sparkling juice, and wines. “Champagne?” Jane offered and Antheia just nodded. She poured on their glasses and handed one to Antheia which she took a sip from. Jane emptied her glass in one shot, and then walked to the landline telephone, ringing the maid’s room. “Hello, please send the chief maid Tessa to the ladies’ chamber. Tell her to bring a robe for our guest.” Jane ordered and the other person on the line immediately complied. They sat on the couch, facing each other, a table in between them, and Jane sighed as she reminisced her sister’s suffering when her mate died and she was arranged to a man she did

Clint sighed, as he stopped the car in front of Jane's apartment building. "Jane, Anthony hasn't been doing well these past two years," he said, his voice gentle. A faint expression appeared on Jane's face as she looked at Clint and asked, "Do you think I've been doing well?" "That's not what I meant..." Clint hesitated. "Well, actually, I have been doing well," Jane interrupted. In his heart, Clint thought, "Doing well? She spends holidays and New Year's alone, too afraid to buy luxury bags or cars, constantly targeted by these men, almost being taken advantage of. Doing well?"

After a moment of hesitation, she opened the door a little and peeped inside, when she saw no one, she opened it further and stepped in. Her gaze swept over the room once again, taking in its minimalist, yet elegant state. Everything was orderly, the bed was neatly made, and her eyes were drawn to the small bookshelf next to it. Curiosity got the better of her, and she found herself walking towards the bookshelf. “Jane Austen and R.L Stines,” she murmured as she ran her fingers along the spine of the books, “Interesting taste.” Her gaze landed on a picture frame wedged in between the books and her curiosity piqued further as she gently took it out.

Chapter Five Jane's Point of view As the words echoed in the hall, One million eight hundred thousand for a late bid? My eyes widened, and I stumbled backward. I turned to see who had outbid Mr. Dennis and saved me from him. The calm man who had followed Mr. Dennis to the party looked extremely simple but had an aura that exuded wealth. I couldn't help but leap for joy. I was happier to follow him than to follow Mr. Dennis, but what could be the reason he outbid Mr. Dennis, who seemed to be a close friend?