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When I make decisions about the pack I always consult with him first before deciding. “I on the other hand found Jane in the basement of our house. We couldn’t find her anywhere and that when I realized that the only place we didn’t look was down there. She was laying there in her own puddle of blood, white as snow and in pain. The doctor says that Jane is lucky, if I came 30 minutes later she wouldn’t survived it. HOW NOAH? HOW can you be so stupid by having sex with Scarlett while Jane is across from your room. You really didn’t think she wouldn’t hear you or something. I bet she did and that’s the reason she rejected you.”

It was a feeling that I was both excited and scared to explore. I don't know why, but I hope we met in normal circumstances. Things would have been so different; the clumsiness and the hesitation of not trying to express the way I feel about her wouldn’t have existed if we had met like any other people, but I am happy to meet someone like Jane. Jane has changed little since the first time I met her. The first time I met Jane, there was despair in her eyes—pain that was fighting its way out in the form of emotions—but things change a bit as time passes; the hollowness still exists.

She was finally at the place of no return. "What's your name?" "Jane." "I am Lord Irene. I am in charge of the workers in the Vampire Palace. This is where the whole procedure takes place and lectures. No one is allowed out without any specific functions. Go into that room and change into this. I give you five more minutes." She instructed coldly and Jane did as she was told. When she got into that room, she was already crying. She missed her brother so much and the wonderful world she was in. How long was she gone? Would anybody even notice her disappearance? She was doomed now because if she had known, she ought to have listened but she didn't.

There are larger battles than desire. By the time I reached the northern ridge where my aunt lived, I had calmed enough to remember why I needed her. If anyone held the truth about my bloodline, it was her. Her cottage sat under the twisted boughs of a dead oak, the air thick with herbs and smoke. She was waiting for me, as though she had already known I’d come. Her eyes, pale and sharp like winter ice, fixed on me the moment I entered. “You look tired,” she said, her voice like gravel.

I was reading Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte, not the first time with this masterpiece, but my admiration never fades away. Jane undeniably is one of the most amazing characters I have encountered in a book. Her perseverance in the face of adversity, her strong personality and wisdom always leaves me awe. There was something about her that I felt deeply connected with, a major reason I always turn back to this book when my life tides seem to get violent.

“This visit was unexpected, I know. I should respect you more and give you space to think of things, but this is who I am, Eve. For you, I’m impatient and selfish. Next time, let’s meet whenever and wherever you want. I’ll meet you there.” He put on his denim, unbuttoned. Exposing the upper part of his rippled chest. He fixed them on as he went out. *** Getting home, Jane wore a pink jumpsuit, resting her back on two giant pillows with her legs on the bed. She was reading ‘EVE’ by Rose George, which was her favourite book on W*****d. Alice had a navy blue culotte dress with her black hair held up in a loose bun. A worried look spread across her freckled face as she stared at Jane.

You must stick with your plan. Sigh. This is giving me headache. Then I stood up to get a drinking water, then I find myself again looking at the girl lying on the bed. What do you want to do with her? Shit Joeff! @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL

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“I also wonder if they would still be tiny. What if when I see her she will be learning how to walk or to speak, and I would’ve missed out on some moments? I’m not even allowed to know who is raising her.” “I know.” She put her arms around me as I cry, I don’t point out that I can hear her sniffles as well. I know how much she is found of Riley, and how she was looking forward to spend time with her. ‘Ladies with the royal blood,’ someone says in my head. “Até?” Jane and I say at the same time. ‘Hello? Look down from your window. I’m outside.’ Jane and I walk towards the window. We look down at her. She still looks beautiful and unreal. Everyone who has ever said I’m the most beautiful vampi

I made my way to the main library, hoping a book would distract me. The room was dark, I turned on a small lamp and started browsing the shelves, running my fingers along the spines. I needed something comforting, something that would take me far away from this confusing house and the man who lived in it. I pulled out an old copy of Jane Eyre and settled into the armchair by the window. But even the words on the page couldn’t hold my attention. My mind kept drifting back to Lucian, the way his body had reacted when he saw me naked.