Novel By Anne Bronte Novels & Stories

The people tried to corner her, but there was a gap in between them, and she managed to catch a glimpse of Dorothy on the floor. Her face was facing her and her eyes were wide open, her skull was broken with fluids all over with a knife in her back… "Ah!" Anne screamed out of shock. She covered her mouth and could not believe what she just saw. How did it… "I did not expect that she would be so pretty but so evil!" "Don't ever judge a book by its cover!"

The wind hovered against the towering mansion, rattling the windows as dark clouds gathered above Hollywood, the grand estate of the Earnshaw family . It was a dreary November afternoon and it was also winter time which made the sprawling house seem even more colder and suffocating. Inside the common room was a thirteen years old girl named Anna. She sat curled in a corner, her hand pressed against the armrest of an old leather couch. The book in her hand, a romance novel, was the only escape she had from the cold, suffocating reality of her existence . The warm cold glow of the atmosphere did little to ease the chill that had settled in her bones over the years. She had learne

“It's okay, I also just walked straight, didn't look to the right or left.” “It's Jane Eyre.” Diana couldn't help herself when she saw the cover of one of the books on the front in her arms. “I also have one at home.” “Oh yeah?” the woman glanced at her book and smiled shyly. “I was on vacation in Bandung and purposely bought a lot of books as a friend of my boredom. From the synopsis at the back of the book, it seems like an interesting book.” “It is very interesting. This is a romance book from old English literary writings, first published in 1847 and the love story still survives today.” Diana rolled her eyes. “When Charlotte Brontte published it that year, it generated a lot of controve

"Are you okay, Anabell?" I nodded at Ms Jacobs despite knowing I wasn't. "Perfect." "Continue then." I held up my brief notes before facing my classmates. My eyes of course skipping the one in front of me. "Jane Austen's most infamous novel, 'Pride and Prejudice' was first published in 1813. The novel was well received by the citizens of Austen's age as it has all the fine details of writing. There is suspense, drama, unrequited love, pride and prejudices. The title of the novel perfectly depicts the story. The novel as everyone knows, is on the life of Elizabeth Bennett and her family. She was courted both by Mr Collins and Mr Darcy who she initially turned down. She turned down Mr Collins

What to say? "I think Charlotte Bronte based her poems and novels on how she and her sisters survived adulthood. The way she spun her works that have combined moral realism with gothic views was a reflection of how they grew up. Poor but with morals. A good example of that is Jane Eyre written in 1847. Sir." She licked her dry lips nervously. His eyes pierced her even more. She tried to suppress her shivers. Hoping it was the assessment he was looking for, she waited.

She had unpacked in their new house and made sure everything was in the right place to make it easier for her father. Finally the day arrived. Early in the morning, Anne was woken up by the light coming through the window to her room. She opened her eyes lazily wishing that she could continue sleeping a little longer. She sat on the bed,stretched her body and yawned. Today her life will change, she will be a married woman. It didn't matter that it was a contract marriage, but she will be known as Mrs Maxwell.

She instructed her best friend and rushed to the bathroom. "What's this?" Tasha found something on her desk. she picked up the booklet and turned the pages, "A new novel?" she exclaimed. "Wait!" Arielle shouted from the bathroom, she had the habit to write it down instead of typing her stories, she used her gift to write 2-3 chapters of her new novel last night before going to bed. She rushed out with the toothbrush still on her hand. "Give that to me." "Nope. You're writing a new novel? A romance novel at that?" Tasha ran around the room reading the notes.

But Anne wasn't even close to considering it. -Let's go. I have a date with Ciro. - Anne said, sinking the dagger deeper into Brahim's heart. His brother was always one step ahead of him, even in the thoughts of the woman he loved. Brahim's access to the mansion was still restricted, as the previous time, he had to leave Anne outside the gate and she entered on her own. She walked around the porch with her gaze downcast, watching the green grass passing beneath her feet. The night before Ciro had sent one of the maids to her room to let her know that they would have dinner immediately the next day. Anne was in no position to refuse any invitation from Ciro, despite the bad feeling. She enter

"We're so happy you've had a moment to meet with us." Rosalind smiled back at her. Anne was one of the few women in the ton she tolerated. Most of the simpering fools did not particularly like her either. As a Scottish lady having come from a crumbling castle with three wild brothers, bless them all, she'd had no chance of ever fitting in with normal London society, even when she'd married Lord Melbourne, God rest his soul. The man had been in his sixties when he'd asked for her hand.

LILLIANA I was told that my mother often indulged herself in reading, sometimes dousing the long hours of the day as she drew her solace from it. Being the wife of a mafia wasn’t easy. Little information about her marital relation with my father, Dante Moretti, was given to me. But, from what I had gathered, my mother was an insightful woman with beauty, a perfect pedigree, and good manners that were required by the man of wealth and reputation. In one of her old books—‘The Tenant Of Wildfell Hall’ written by Anne Brontë, she had scribbled on the last page that love, in whatever form, was worth it.