Novelas y relatos de Louisa May Alcott

Her question was in line with Daisy's thoughts, almost as if she had read her mind. Staring askance at Alison, she replied, "Mrs Angela wouldn't be a problem, although she was kind of recalcitrant the day I visited the mansion." "But I believe she won't pose any more issues than she has already." Daisy said as she stared at her best friend. "Hey! Remember the reason you are doing this." "Get in, endure everything you can for two years, grab the twenty billion dollars and secure Seth's company." "Then buy me an island," Alison said, smiling gleefully at Daisy, who Immediately responded with her smile.

Louisa's mind spoke. Louisa entered her workspace after finishing cleaning her body. With her casual clothes in the form of shorts and a loose t-shirt, she stepped her feet closer to her desk and sat there. Her right hand reached out to open her desk drawer and took out her glasses case. It was thin and black on the frame, and Louisa quickly put it on. Her long, still wet hair covered her face several times, but Louisa didn't care at all. She began to take some of the files that were in front of her and began to examine them carefully. She had to finish all the paperwork as best she could tonight. At least, that's what will speed up the process of publishing books by writers at Tomkins House

I looked around the large library on the fifteenth floor of the office. Two years I worked here, I never visited the library because of course work is more important. Besides being used as a display, this library is usually used for programmers who want to work in peace. If Big Man's secretary hadn't taken Rhysand and me to the library, I might have been the only employee who had never visited this room. I love reading. Reading novels. The first novel I read was by Louisa May Alcott; Little Woman, and then moved on to other feminist novels such as Handmaid's Tale and Pride and Prejudice—the book I'm holding right now.

The silver thread glimmered like a dying star between my fingers as I pulled the final stitch. I had spent weeks carving a masterpiece out of a mess, breathing life into a gown that was little more than a hand-me-down from Nora, the chief maid. It was a relic of the royal palace, salvaged from the scrap heap of a life I was never meant to lead.

James sat in his cane chair with his eyes closed and feet resting on the table as he listened to the sound of two goats in his backyard, bleating. The goats were gifts from Osinala which arrived very early in the morning before he could say the Lord's Prayer and brush his teeth. He looked forward to another meeting in the village square when he had regained his confidence and was strong enough to defend his cause. He stood up now and walked to the small pile of books he had arranged last night in search of an exemplary text that would fascinate his mind and set him in the right mood. Some weeks ago, he had considered writing a book about his trip to Africa. Unlike all the books he had read,

Her father is hardly ever home, working long hours in the city while her mother spends most of her time grading papers from all of her high school students. She opens the door quietly, but there is no need. Her mother is still awake. She's curled up in the living room reading her latest adventure novel wrapped on the comfy (and dare she call ugly) recliner her father just had to have. Her curly auburn hair is up in a bun with a few stray strands spiraling free as her eyes intently scan the new Kindle she received for her birthday only a few weeks ago. It's safe to say she has become a little obsessed with it. Can't say Sera can blame her. She herself escapes to a different world every time s

Ava’s POV The knock at my bedroom door was soft, almost too soft for anyone in this house. Sage would have barged in, demanding attention. My father’s knocks were always loud and sure, a reminder of authority. My mother’s came with her voice trailing behind, calling me by name. But this one—hesitant, deliberate—belonged to Alvin. I froze, pen still in hand, the sketches and notes sprawled across the secret board before me glowing under the dim light of my desk lamp. My heart gave a sharp twist. I couldn’t let him see this. Not Alvin. Not anyone.

Emma money in exchange for the baby to be born. She is a materialistic woman, so she accepted, I offered her not only many millions, I also told her she could have surgery after the baby, so that she would not have children and if she wanted something aesthetic and she accepted. But she is so greedy that before Emily was born she wanted double the money and several properties that she had and also the divorce, it hurt me and in loneliness I cried again, I couldn't believe that all that was happening to me, but I really loved myself. daughter from the minute I realized her existence, so I accepted, because I would simply give everything I have for my princess, but I did it with one condition

The smug gleam in her eyes is not lost on Alan's keen eyes. With a casual yet venomous tone, she begins, "I thought it was high time someone gave you a reality check about your precious Louisa Emerson." Alan's eyes narrows as he looks up at Cordelia. "How about Louisa?" Cordelia crosses her legs gracefully as she sits on the edge of his desk. "Alan, you've clung to this romanticized view of her for years, believing that she is unique among us. That she cannot be touched. But let me tell you something: in this competitive industry, Louisa is just like every other ambitious woman.”

Amelia looked back at the library before closing the door, a content smile on her face. Author’s quick note: Heyyy I’m sorry I didn’t update for a month, I had a very huge case of writer’s block and I apologize it took me so long. This is my peace offering to you all. I hope you enjoyed it! Love you all and thanks for supporting me. See you at the next one! <3