Pride And Prejudice Book Novels & Stories

After having breakfast, she took the empty cup from Aarvik’s hand and got up, holding the breakfast tray with the other hand. Pravi was examining the house. She belongs to a rich family so all the expensive things in the house didn't attract her, but with Aarvik, she never thought to have the same luxurious life because she knew he won’t be able to afford that. All she wanted was to have sweet memories with him and kids...well...not that soon, but maybe in the future. She loved a simple man, living a simple life. She never thought that her life would take a one-eighty degrees turn and the same Aarvik would make her stand in this huge lavish house.

She slapped my arm. Laughing, I dodged her attacks and scooted closer to the bus window. “Enlighten me about this great Pride and Prejudice favorite of yours then.” “Don’t you underestimate my preference. It’s a Jane Austen Classic.” She boasted proudly. “Yeah? And then?” She sighed while my grin grew wider. I found it amusing that she’s getting all so fed up by defending her favorite novel. The more I looked unconvinced, she grew more frustrated.

I went to my library, took my favourite book and went towards the garden, thinking I might as well sit there and read to clear my mind for sometime, aside from getting the album back. Everything was right there, where I left it yesterday, no one dared to touch anything, because I didn't order anyone to pick anything up from there. The album was placed at the side. I remembered that I threw it far away yesterday, but dismissed thinking someone must have picked it up and placed it back. I laid down after popping the chocolate in my mouth and started reading my book, by placing it above my face to block the sunlight. I was reading PRIDE AND PREJUDICE. It was my favourite book.

Emma knew all wasn't close to well. Resisting the urge to hug her so she wouldn't feel how worried she was, Emma sighed in relief and continued with the book. Jemi stood beside her pulling the book out of her hand and examining the cover "pride and prejudice" she flipped a page. "I can't get past that page and it makes me want to tear at something" "Let me read it to you" she pulled the table close and sat on it. Emma lay on her side watching her squint at the book pages and it downed on her "you once use glasses?" She asked.

Jessa POV I woke with the opening line of Jane Austen’s *Pride and Prejudice*, or rather, the wolf shifter version, rattling in my mind. It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single Alpha in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a mate. When I was younger, I had devoured all of Austen’s books and any other romance I could get my hands on. The stories in which the young, beautiful Omega found herself forcibly bonded with the striking, brooding Alpha were once my favorite. Now, I pitied all those poor women who found themselves in that situation.

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.

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.

I wanted to read, to do something that reminded me of normalcy. I looked at my growing shelf of books and decided to pick Pride and Prejudice. It was one of my favorite books as I was a sucker for romance novels. I flipped to the first page and began. "It is a truth, universally acknowledged, that a man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife."

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

Sir Walter Elliot, of Kellynch Hall, in Somersetshire, was a man who, for his own amusement, never took up any book but the Baronetage; there he found occupation for an idle hour, and consolation in a distressed one; there his faculties were roused into admiration and respect, by contemplating the limited remnant of the earliest patents; there any unwelcome sensations, arising from domestic affairs changed naturally into pity and contempt as he turned over the almost endless creations of the last century; and there, if every other leaf were powerless, he could read his own history with an interest which never failed. This was the page at which the favourite volume always opened: