Mr Darcy Novels & Stories

She always had been and had no desire to become overcome with sensibility for so pitiful a reason. And there was no reason for her to overly dwell upon either the letter she had written immediately after the Netherfield Ball to Mrs. Gardiner asking her to if she knew anything about Mr. Darcy and his reputation in either Lambton or London or the reply she had just received from Mrs. Gardiner in which she found that Mr. Darcy (whose mother was the youngest sister of the Earl of Matlock) had a reputation for being a good landlord and master, scrupulous in attention to his duties, and that in London he had a reputation for being reserved and fastidious, no indications of any disreputable or diss

I ignore his comment as I finally sneak a piece of bacon off the plate and eat it. "For the last time, I said no. I will get the money some other way." He's such a stubborn man. Can never take help when it's being offered. "Look Danny, you need to accept the money. We aren't gonna take no for an answer. Now stop being so damn stubborn." Uncle Mike said to dad. All dad did was glare and Mike and he did the same. I was sure they were gonna glare each other down until the toasts popped up out of the toaster.

Then we marched off again. The cube sea was surrounded by small offices with glass doors. Most of them were empty at this hour, but Darcy took me to one with an older gentleman sitting in it. He had on a blue, pinstriped shirt with navy suspenders. His full bristle mustache was grey. He looked like he'd escaped from the set of Mad Men. His name was, I kid you not, Mr. Cox. "This is my brother," Darcy said, poking her head in the door. "He's here about the internship?"

My only fear had been ending up with a man who actually wanted this marriage, but knowing he did not, gave me the confidence I needed. I picked up my pace, knowing I would be late to my first class. Today was the first day of my master’s in finance, and lectures started in an hour. My best friend, Olivia texted me , *how did it go? Give me all the tea!* My smile faded when Dawson's text came in right after. *Did you call it off? What did he say Red, I have your fucking location, I can see you leaving, stop fucking ignoring me* I sighed. Dawson was stressed so I understood his reaction.

Montana's POV * * I wanted to look perfect if nothing else. I stare at myself in the mirror, but I sneer because it's not enough. My curly hair is just too ugly to suit Mr. Scarpa's taste. I think. The thought of Mr. Scarpa had invaded my headspace until now. How could a man be so calm even while mourning? The way he casually addressed me when he came here last week… it was prestigious of him. That day, he left after telling me about the cufflink but he also left me with a clear heart, giving me no reason to doubt him at all.

, Darcy whined as she let out a sob. She couldn't understand why her mother was not bothered about the little cut on her palm, she didn't care to know if she was okay, she didn't care about her at all, all her mother cared about was the broken plate. Darcy’s mother's reaction to the broken plate and her apparent lack of concern for Darcy’s well-being was influenced by the tense dynamics in the household and, like everyone else in the family, she was aware of her father's unpredictable and explosive nature. This created a dark cloud of fear and anxiety over her.Avoiding his anger and maintaining a fragile peace which had become her top priority was successfully ruined.

"Ma'am! Please get back here!" Meeting their calls with a deaf ear she pattered down the stairs, seeing a few men loitering around with one or two maids bustling about. The people's gaze snapped to her before they walked away as she looked around her, feeling so completely lost as she didn't know where she was or where to go to find him. Much less did she know what his name was, or who he was in this house. But given the amount of respect the doctor showed him, he had to be someone important.

She answered lazily, “Oh? The name rings a bell. Are you the chairwoman of Sky Ocean Corporation? You’re famous here in Lilyrose. Why would you call the head of admissions of a university?” She played dumb as she continued to speak in a sarcastic tone. Kaze’s wife called her herself, there was no way she would let this chance slip. She remembered how frosty and proud Darcy was back at the hotel. Mandy spoke to Darcy twice during their first meeting but the conversation died off without any sparks of interest. She did not know it was Darcy’s personality. Darcy never spoke much to people she was not familiar with. Though to Mandy, it was a sign of arrogance.

Scarlett stops the car in front of the office complex. She heads into the premises and goes straight to the fifth floor. Stopping in front of one of the private offices, she knocks on the door. “Come in,” a waspy voice comes from within. She enters the office to find a man in his sixties, poring over a bunch of documents. His gray eyes looked up and he smiled at her. “Miss D’arcy!” He greets. “Or rather, I should address you as Mrs. Rochester.”

"You must be Eve?" She nodded repeatedly. He began taking steps toward her, maintaining the illuminating smile. He was devilishly handsome and was dressed in a gas-blue suit. Eve looked into his forest green eyes and darted her gaze to his expensive shoes. Olivia was right. The man was damn classy. When he got to Eve, he extended his right hand and ran his left hand through his blonde hair. "I'm Darcy." She remained rooted to her spot. She wondered whether she should smile, speak or nod. She narrowed her gaze to his open palm and quickly took it with a half smile.