Novel By Anne Bronte Novels & Stories

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

She clasped her hands behind her back, fixed her eyes somewhere on the ceiling, and let loose her usual torrent of words. "I read a wonderful book called, Jane Eyre, by Charlotte Brontë. It was written in 1847, but the characters in the book are so real that you feel as if they're living today. When I read this book, I felt as if I were Jane Eyre, a lonely, friendless orphan girl sent away to a cold, cruel boarding school where all the other girls despise her."

The one thing that she turns to when she needs an escape from her reality at the moment. “You must have something.” Gabe prombts her. “An old, worn out copy of Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë that I keep in between my mattresses so that no one will find it and take it from me. Reading that book always brings me comfort.” And gives her hope. It makes her feel so much better to read it.

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.

“Yes?” “This is Mara Ellison from Horizon Literary Agency. I’m reaching out because we’ve come across an anonymous manuscript that’s been circulating in underground literary circles for the past few months. It’s a powerful, raw exploration of emotional neglect in a high-society marriage, the reclamation of identity, and the painful beauty of second chances. The writing is exceptional. We believe it could be a major debut novel.” My heart stuttered. The anonymous novel I had written during the darkest months—pouring my pain, my resilience, and my quiet strength onto the pages late at night when sleep evaded me.

"I love them too. Have you read any of the Bronte sisters' other works?" I nodded, launching into a discussion about the merits of 'Agnes Grey' and 'The Tenant of Wildfell Hall'. That was the longest I heard her talking, and when she wasn’t being extremely shy, she was really inquisitive. Claire listened intently, asking thoughtful questions and chirping in comments here and there. As we talked, I felt all of my worries disappear. For the first time since I arrived at the house, I felt like I could be myself, without fear of judgment or fear for my own life.

A/N The story will be updated with several chapters on 7/25/2022. Thanks for reading my first book with GoodNovel. -Elizabeth Johanne

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But if it continued, she would think about having a complete physical, but, she thought, as long as she felt fine, why go asking for trouble? Since it was a warm afternoon, Anna decided to relax on the balcony to read the manuscript. Suddenly, a cold breeze passed over her when she placed the three-inch stack of papers onto her table and she put her notebook on top of the stack to prevent any loose pages from blowing away, although considering how the book keep showing up, she was confident that even if the entire manuscript was blown all over Santa Monica, another envelope would have been back on her desk the very next day. Anna made herself comfortable on her lounge chair, with the sun abo