Pride And Prejudice Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I can do whatever I want and with whoever I want. You don’t get to question me.” She flinched at my tone, her shoulders curling in. I sighed, but my anger still lingered. I hated when she made me feel guilty for things I didn’t owe her. “Now,” I said, crossing my legs and leaning back against the bedpost, “what’s the latest? And stop crying, it’s getting on my nerves.” She wiped her face quickly, trying to pull herself together. “Prince Jacob and Lord Darnel have both arrived,” she said quietly, “seeking your hand in marriage.”

For her heart was vulnerable, too—and she felt as if he had crushed it in his fist. ‘I can’t b-believe you could think that!’ she stuttered as she started doing up the buttons, her shaking fingers making the task almost impossible. ‘I suppose I can’t really blame you,’ he mused, almost as if she hadn’t objected, a slow tide of rage still building inside him. ‘Most women seem hell-bent on marriage—and the more prestigious the marriage, the better. And you can’t do much better than a prince, can you?’ ‘You must be joking,’ she hissed back. ‘You might be a prince, but you also happen to be an arrogant and overbearing piece of—’

"There's no way Cedric would have been in a relationship with you. There's no way a nonentity like you would have met the Crown Prince. You only met him when my family picked you up from the filth of your poverty-stricken life. Stop wishing there was, is, or will be something between you and the Crown Prince. People of substance do not stoop low for wild animals like you." Juniper shrugged nonchalantly. "Well, tell that to Cedric when next he decides to fill my sweet hole with his thick meat," she retorted in the most provoking tone ever. She paused when she saw the expression on the other woman's face change. "You thought it stopped with a mere kiss," she whispered in mock disbelief, splayi

Whitney looked at him with seductive eyes before she replied angrily, “You’re the one who forced me to take that drug, saying it would make me feel twice the pleasure. I went mad after that!” “Today will be the last time we meet. After marrying into the Crawfords, we won’t see each other again.” The man turned over and hovered above her body. “Then I’ll have to get a good taste of Mrs. Crawford one last time today.” William immediately recognized that man— it was her piano teacher. An uncontrollable anger swelled up within him. That disloyal tramp! How dare she marry him whilst having an affair with someone else? It was an insult to his family!

"we couldn't even have children Grace, understand, I don't like you as a woman either, because since I was a child I have known that you are my relative and that I would never see you as a woman, forgive me, now I ask you to go back home, the money is already in your account, thank you very much for everything" She walked away with a broken heart, because she understood that whatever she did, he would never see her as a woman, and that was logical, they were both relatives, and there could only be a brotherly relationship between the two, Grace went to her room and packed her bags a couple of hours later she was leaving the mansion, again Harry was immersed in loneliness. Meanwhile in jail..

His eyes were flashing as his wolf fought for control. “I overheard you and Belle speaking this afternoon. I was right. You planned to make me jealous and grovel for you. What was your plan? Have me begging for you and then laugh in my face? Ridicule me?” I said, getting to my feet and standing tall, looking up into his caramel eyes, defiantly. “I had no idea your success would turn you into some rich, entitled dickhead, but you won’t get any kind of begging from me, Mr. Preston,” I spat, “Return to your throne and rest assured I have been punished enough already for the heartache I caused you.”

“Is the curling iron still on?” I nodded, and she went to the bathroom to fix her already perfect hair. I went to the front closet to look for my black heels. “I still can't believe what you told me about Wickham and Mr. Darcy,” Jane whispered as I dug through a pile of shoes to find my heels. “It's probably a good thing that Wickham isn't coming tonight. It would just be awkward.” “I agree,” I replied. I held up one shoe in triumph. I just needed to find the second.

“What?” He nods. “She thought I was a thug, and I thought she was a snobby cheerleader. We were a modern-day Pride and Prejudice.” I laugh at his amusing comparison. “Except in this version, she would be Mr. Darcy, and you’d be Elizabeth Bennet.” He smirks. “Exactly.”

, she responded, mimicking his accent. “A piggy ride you shall get”, he said, turning to balance her on his back. Rissa slapped his hand away playfully “Not that silly”. “ A change of mind, milady?” He questioned with a pretentiously offended furrowed brow. “Is the prince charming meant to get pissed?” he said bursting into laughter. “Not when the princess keeps toying with his heart”, he said touching his chest playfully. “You are such a big baby Adrian Grey”, Rissa said playfully, locking hands with him.

Susan must be his mate, I thought to myself, I better keep my distance. Of course, you should, I only have Ace in my heart, Why did you allow them touch you. I'm sorry Purple, Better be humphh... I shrugged and walked back to my room trying to engage her in a topic about the hot guys I just met but she wasn't cooperating and instead groaned angrily. Alright, alright, I surrendered and bolted my room door. Elsewhere, someone angrily shut the window pane and closed the curtain angrily. Fuckkkk Jade's POV