Novel & Cerita Mr Darcy Pride And Prejudice And Zombies

I moved quietly through the halls, my footsteps measured, until I reached the old man’s study. The door was shut. I pushed it open without knocking. Father sat behind his massive oak desk, the room thick with the pungent scent of his cigar burning between his fingers. The smoke curled lazily toward the ceiling like a serpent. The dim lamp cast harsh shadows across his face, highlighting the deep lines of age and power. He didn’t look surprised to see me. But then again, nothing surprised Elias Zarvan. I closed the door behind me with a firm click. “Do you want to die earlier than necessary with this addiction of yours?” My tone was stern, laced with the authority of the firstborn who had car

An ear-splitting roar forced Trisha's eyes open. A jaguar bounded down the stairs and following him was a bear, a lamia, wolves, demons, and things that Trisha couldn't even comprehend. She was dropped to the ground like a sack of garbage as the vampires turned to confront the swarm. Jace writhed this way and that, easily looping around Raphael's leg and squeezing it until the vampire was forced to stay still. Jace smirked. "I'm not your death today."

"It's a selection mechanism. 99.9% of humans who get infected turn into zombies, but there's that 0.1% of humans who, due to their genetics, constitution, will force, or some other unknown factor, trigger an evolution within them." She walked back to my bed. "You're part of that 0.1%. The perfect evolved specimen." Perfect evolved specimen? The words exploded in my ears. "What do you mean?" I asked. "It means that you're now completely immune to the zombie virus. Your cells have undergone an adaptive evolution, making the virus ineffective against you. Your physical condition, including strength, speed, reflexes, recovery… All of those have reached the theoretical upper limit of humans." She

Ignoring everyone, Damon grabbed my arm and dragged me into an empty lounge, slamming the door shut behind us. He backed me against a wall, the veins in his temples throbbing with rage. "Why did you change your university application without telling me? Are you running away from me just because you're throwing a tantrum?" "This isn't a tantrum," I said, lifting my chin to look him straight in his crimson eyes. "This is me getting a life." "Your life?" he sneered. "You're my blood slave. Everything about you belongs to me!" "I'm not!" I pulled down the collar of my dress, revealing the smooth, unmarked skin of my neck. "Look closely. Your mark is long gone."

If you’re not out in ten minutes, I’m dragging you out in your pajamas. Right. First day of sophomore year. The one day of the year you’re supposed to look alive, not like you’ve been auditioning for a zombie film. I looked down at my ratty sweatpants and decided I had, in fact, nailed the zombie look. All that’s missing is death but maybe that already happened under the blood moon. ~oo~ Darcy’s voice hit me the moment I stepped out. “Aves, you look—” She paused, eyes narrowing. “Pale. You’ve lost weight. And not in the cute summer-girl way.”

"You are disgusting, Darcy! You are a monster. How can you look at yourself in the mirror?" “Haha” Darcy did not get angry, she just laughed. Then leaned in close to his face. "You know, Zane, I have always admired you. You are strong and brave, I would have married you a long time ago if you were rich and had a better position, maybe I would be your wife instead of Corin’s." Zane felt so disgusted that he turned his face away. He didn't even want to breathe the same air as her. "I would rather die than be with a woman like you," he muttered.

“Darcy’s just sour that she’s never won.” “Damn right, I’m sour,” Darcy grumped. “That time I jumped him in the dark, creepy parking garage at the mall when we went Christmas shopping last year was classic. But what did he do… Just blinked at me and said, nice try. Seriously, what an ass.”

Not too much ass but ass nonetheless. "He's almost like this annoying Mr. Darcy but at least Mr. Darcy got the girl. You feel me?" Macy's eyes remained glued to the television as she kept ranting on. Maybe it was a bad idea for us to watch Pride and Prejudice for the thousandth time. It wasn't my cup of tea but Macy seemed to enjoy it. "Why is it that I had to stay here again?" I asked as I pulled a loose strand off blonde hair that escaped from the messy bird's nest that sat on top of her head.

Elaine said, appreciating the concern. Elaine and I chatted into the night, I noticed her eyes light up as she talked about her favorite books. "Have you read any of Jane Austen's novels?" she asked me excitedly. "Yes! Pride and Prejudice is one of my all-time favorites," I replied, smiling at her enthusiasm. "Oh my gosh, I love that one too! Mr. Darcy is just so swoon-worthy," Elaine gushed, her cheeks turning pink. I laughed at her reaction. "I have to admit, I may have a bit of a crush on him myself."

"I'd never abandon you, silly! It broke my heart to see you so sad. Let's never be separated again, okay?" Everyone was floored by their sickly-sweet display. None of us had ever seen anything so absurd. "Skyla, you shouldn't have let them on the helicopter," the deputy leader muttered, his face twisted in disgust as he looked at the couple. "Those two have caused us enough trouble. Wouldn't it be better to just let the zombies have them? Besides… Has Noah ever once cared about how you felt?" I merely let out a cold chuckle. Truth be told, I had intended to make the two of them turn on each other and become zombie fodder. But now… I realized my work wasn't done.