Pride And Prejudice Author Novels & Stories

Pride & Prejudice is in the public domain; however, giving credit where credit is due, it is the work of the absolutely brilliant Jane Austen. Anything you recognize is hers, the rest is mine. I'm just taking the opportunity to shake things up a bit. Or rather take the good fortune and coincidence scattered throughout the work and cranking it up a notch or three. Chapter 1

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.

I mean it was almost one in the afternoon, I didn't see myself doing anything in the kitchen So I decided to go to the library, my eyes casted on a half open book I strode towards it, Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen. It was a nice read but I wonder who read it, Matteo? I doubt it. He didn't seem like the lovey-dovey kind of guy. I sat on the comfortable armchair trying to read the book. Key word: trying, but for some strange reason, the library left melancholic. I decided to go outside, the outdoor dinning seemed like an amazing place for reading.

Her heart thudded in her chest as she untied the ribbon and lifted the lid. Inside was a book. A rare first edition of Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice, its leather-bound cover delicate yet immaculate. She gasped, her fingers brushing over the gilt lettering. Nestled beside it was a small, cream-colored card. She picked it up, her breath catching as she read the elegant script: “For a literature enthusiast. —N.B.”

He was tall, broad-shouldered, dark hair perfectly styled, that charcoal waistcoat hugging his powerful frame like it was tailored to tease. His white shirt stretched across a chest I hated myself for noticing. The tie was loosened just enough to look sinful. Objectively, he was the hottest man on campus. Subjectively, he was an arrogant, cold-hearted prick who sucked the joy out of everything. He set his satchel down with military precision and began his usual slaughter. “Austen’s heroes are not romantic ideals,” He said. “They are social constructs built on power, wealth, and control. Anyone reading Pride and Prejudice as a love story is delusional.”

I picked up my cliché: Pride and Prejudice. The copy I had at home was worn and battered from being read so many times. Its cover was creased and marked from years of use. But this one was different. It was a red hardcover with golden lettering. It looked as though it had never even been opened. Would I be the first? There was something ironic about fate. Me being the first to open this book when I had never even been touched myself. Never been “opened.” I smiled to myself at my ridiculous thought.

"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.

He follows it up with silk hand gloves which he drops on my palms. Quietly, I follow his orders, taking care not to rip the hand gloves with my hastiness. "You can open it now." He pronounces. "You can't get much cleaner than that." With shaky hands, I skim the hand cover of the book, running my fingers through it and feeling the hard leather beneath my tips. Flipping it open, I stare in shock at the words written there. Pride and prejudice. Written by Jane Austen. Edited by William Gifford.

If she finds out that I spent the night with the King. Thinking about it my face started to burn, remembering everything we had done. He took me in different positions, giving me great pleasure in all of them. Johannes was deliciously wonderful. I was very happy and dying to read a beautiful novel, so I chose a human book, Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen. Yes I know. Darcy may not be considered an excellent man, but Elizabeth also has her flaws and I love to see how the two evolve during the plot. When the clock strikes noon, I get up and decide to go back to my room and wait for Johannes, as he wants to have lunch with me.

“I don’t know. You keep everything in such good condition. I’m almost afraid to touch anything in this room.” “I know you’ll be careful with my things.” She nodded and pulled the book off the shelf. “I didn’t know you liked Jane Austen.” “Why not?” She shrugged. “She’s a woman author.” “I’m broad minded enough to think women have a lot to offer society. I enjoy her work.” “This is one of my favorite books. Sense and Sensibility. The story of two sisters who represent two opposing forces: logic and emotion.” He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. He seemed to be considering her analysis of the book. “I didn’t think anyone else in Virginia understood that.”