Pride And Prejudice Author Novels & Stories

She looks around at the unfamiliar surrounding. The walls were painted in white and gold, the bed she was sitting on was big with satin bed sheets. The wall above was adorned by a beautiful chandelier. She felt like she was in paradise. Her eyes traveled around the room till they set on the woman sitting on the chair beside her with a book in her hand. Pride and prejudice was the title of the book. In her perspective the woman was gorgeous and screamed of royalty. From her hair pin, to her jewelry and to her dress.

“Favorite novelist?” “Jane Austen. Pride and Prejudice, before you ask.” “By God, boy!” he exclaimed in glee and clapped his hands. “We have a keeper with this one!” He turned to me again. “Second favorite?” I chewed my lip for a second. “Dickens or Louisa May Alcott. It’s tough, but Alcott might just win out. Her ability to create a whole cast of compelling, lovable characters – not just one or two – is something I’ve yet to find in another writer.”

Jimmy said to Susan. She laughed. “She’s going to be a famous writer. She’d better have some opinions on literature.” “Fine,” Kimia glared at me. “Jane Austin. She had some great leads.” I ticked off the male leads on my fingers. “Darcy was an asshole to Elizabeth, Bingly let himself be talked away from Jane, Wickham is just a bastard, Wentworth treated Anne like shit because she refused him as a teenager, Edmund Bertram was obsessed with the pretty new girl and forgot about Fanny, Ferras fell in love with Elanore when he was engaged to someone else, Brandon was still hung up on his dead ex, and let’s face it. Nobody cares about Northanger Abbey.”

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

Tiffany added, “Communication could’ve saved them both.” Mr. Robert scribbled notes. “Well done. You may sit.” Mr. Robert adjusted his glasses and gestured toward the front. “Next pair: Jake and Janna.” Jake shot Janna a playful wink, making her roll her eyes as they grabbed their project materials and walked to the front of the classroom. “Our project is about *Pride and Prejudice* by Jane Austen,” Janna began, her voice steady and confident. “It’s a classic novel that explores themes of love, social class, and personal growth.”

I realised he had been reading it before I arrived when my eyes landed on the book he had dropped on the floor earlier. Wait—was he reading it in the dark? I shook off the thought. That was not what mattered right now. What mattered was that he was wrong. I turned sharply, lips parting, already armed with my counterargument. "That’s not the point at all." I shot back. "The novel isn’t about vanity—it’s about growth. Elizabeth wasn’t just ‘stubborn’; she was learning to break free from societal expectations. And Darcy? He was not lonely because of pride; he was conditioned to believe vulnerability was weakness."

Unable to help myself, I speak up. “What is your favorite book, Gloria?” She looks over at us, surprised by my question. “I’m Ashley.” I smile as I hold my hand out and gently shake her little hand. She smiles. “Hello, Ashley.” She reaches up and cups my face in her hand. “God blessed you, my love.” I frown. “I’m sorry?” “You are so beautiful.” I smile bashfully, embarrassed by her attention. “Pride and Prejudice.” She smiles a soft, far away smile. ‘If only I could read it one more time.”

──────⊰·☆·⊱────── Morgana had always been surrounded by gallant men, but like the man who had kissed her hand, she never thought it was possible. Such experiences only exist in romantic movies. «Oh my God, I’ve run into Mr. Darcy!» She scoffed, seeing Arthur’s theatrical attitude. Referring to the protagonist of the story Pride and Prejudice. Written by Jane Austen. “I feel a bit ignored,” said a voice.

and Sarah started to laugh. “This is not a book for a man, and no way for a king. You should read “The Art of War” from Sun Tzu, not “Pride and Prejudice”. Jane Austen would turn in the grave if she knew that you are one of her readers.” and she giggles without realizing. Hearing her , Patrick’s heart skipped a beat. “Love is not just for women. It’s for men too. Even for those prideful ,arrogant and self-righteous men.”

Maddy’s POV My English literature class is raucous in their discussion of PRIDE AND PREJUDICE. The class drew a lot of female students because of professor Charlie, an attractive silver fox lecturer. He sat atop his table, coordinating the discussions. Everyone wanted to chime in on the argument of practicality vs romance. “I’m just saying…during their time it’s obvious why anyone would want to choose money over love. I don’t blame Charlotte,” one girl was saying.