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Davis. "Hello, Miss Adams." I couldn't hide my surprise, and he chuckled at my reaction. "Hello." "Are you done with your lectures?" "Yes." "I see." He glanced at the book in my hands. "What are you reading?" "Pride and Prejudice." "A classic. Good choice." "It's my favorite book... I've lost count of how many times I've read it." "It's truly remarkable." He was looking at me, smiling. I felt slightly uncomfortable and lowered my gaze to the book.

His mom is hellbound of breaking us apart and here I am pregnant with his son baby. Deciding to roam around for a bit I enter the local library, it's close to 4 pm. By now almost everyone is rushing to get back home except for the nighttime workers. Entering the library, I breathe in the smell of old books and covers. Walking towards the romance genre I search for pride and prejudice. Liam likes to read books and loves to collect different books ranging from romance to supernatural. I came across pride and prejudice from cleaning his desk. Reading the first chapter I was intrigued by Elizabeth mother. Her character is a funny one yet annoying if it was a real person. Flipping to the second c

"I would have to say 'Pride and Prejudice' by Jane Austen. It's a classic for a reason." "I've never read it," he admitted. "But maybe you can convince me to give it a try." I couldn't help but smile at his eagerness to learn about something I love. "I'd be happy to lend you my copy," I said, feeling a flutter in my chest. As we continued to talk about our interests and passions, I couldn't help but feel a strong connection between us. It was like we were two puzzle pieces that fit perfectly together. And then, in the middle of our conversation, he leaned in and kissed me. It was like fireworks went off in my head, and I found myself kissing him back with a passion that I didn't know I had.

I’m curled up on the couch, the soft glow of the TV casting lights across the living room. *Pride and Prejudice* played out before me. While watching it I couldn't help but feel a strange pull in my chest as I watched Elizabeth Bennet. She was so real. Plain, humble, sharp-tongued, and unapologetically herself. I saw so much of me in her—or maybe I just want to. But then there’s Mr. Darcy, standing there with all his wealth, his pride, his quiet intensity. And my mind drifts to Rami.

Lancaster laughed, clearly entertained by Carter’s nervous and angry expresion, “Well, Carter does have a way of attracting interesting people.” Carter sighed deeply, probably regretting every life decision that had led him to this moment. “Chloe, why are you here?” I shrugged nonchalantly. “I got bored. You left me with nothing to do, no phone, no laptop. What did you expect?” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “I expected you to read the book I gave you.” I scoffed. “Pride and Prejudice? Really? I have read that book a thousand time. Also I want my phone. Carter. I am a millennial. I need my phone!”

The inside of the vehicle was hot because of the heater and he was suffocating with all the clothes he had to wear to cover himself. He arrived at the literature faculty and headed to the auditorium. The professor was talking about one of the most popular works in England. Pride and Prejudice. Jane Austen was one of his favourite authors because she wasn't afraid to write and describe things as she saw them in real life. He smiled because he knew everything the professor was saying. After all, he had already read all her books, maybe twice or more. In order not to waste time, he opened his book; The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe.

"But yet you're giving all sorts of praises to Pride and Prejudice?" "Mr. Darcy was smitten by Elizabeth the very first time he led eyes on her. But then his ego and pride made him a complete jerk to her. While Elizabeth on the other hand was driven by prejudice and never once sort to see what he did and why he did it. She always jumped to conclusions without hearing from his side," he shrugged. "Now that, my darling girlfriend, is what makes a book a good read." A strange feeling swelled up inside of me at the way he called me his girlfriend. He only ever said it once and I didn't mind him saying it over and over again.

“Next you'll say something about them being beneath your bloodline.” “I do not sound like my Chief Operations Officer,” Mr. Darcy replied. “I sound nothing like her.” "She's just here to meet a rich husband, so she doesn't have to work her meaningless job," Charles repeated, but in a high-pitched, British, old-lady voice. The way Mr. Darcy glared at Charles told me it was a good impression. I was too angry to laugh at it, though. The crowd moved forward, and I was pushed a couple of steps closer to the two of them.

By the time we get back to my place, I’m so horny I nearly rip my dress off. The next day, he takes me to an old bookstore that has been run by the same owner for over sixty years. She refuses to alphabetize anything, but when Damien asks her for a specific book, she knows exactly where it is. It’s cramped and crowded, full of volumes of rare old books and gorgeous hardback covers. Damien buys sme a copy of Pride and Prejudice in French.

Conner's POV Since Avery nearly died, I have seen her in a different light. Her body might be frail, but her spirit was far from that. She keeps pushing forward no matter what has been done to her. She more than deserves the surprise in her locker that my brothers and I arranged. As I think back to how I have mistreated her, I recall a quote from Pride and Prejudice, “I was given good principles, but left to follow them in pride and conceit,” Mr. Darcy said in that book. I am just as guilty as he is, and so are my brothers. We let our titles and pride keep us from knowing the real Avery. We judged her by her appearance, not her character. Maybe it is too late for a truly fresh start, because