Pride And Prejudice Leather Bound Book Novels & Stories

"His gift?" "Yes. It should have arrived last week. A rare first edition of 'Pride and Prejudice.' He mentioned it was your favorite." Jane's favorite book was "Valley of the Dolls"—she'd never expressed interest in Jane Austen. This was a test. "Oh, that gift." Lyra scrambled for a response. "Yes, it was... wonderful. Please thank him for me." "You can thank him yourself tomorrow," Amelia replied. "Good evening, Mrs. Blackwood."

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And I knew London and Libbie were probably in on it, too. They were all on my list now. ________________________________________ The leather felt strange against my skin. It was cool and surprisingly smooth, despite how old the book looked. It wasn't just a book; it was a heavy, ancient tome that felt like it carried its own gravity. Silver clasps held the covers shut, the metal darkened by layers of tarnish that settled into the grooves of a strange, swirling crest. I didn't know what the symbol meant, but I couldn't stop looking at it.

Collecting dust passed on from generations. Slowly stepping toward the trunk as if it were to bite. Her movements thought out planned. Careful. The heavy lid groaned and creaked as she pried it open. Inside sat an old book. The brown leather binding smelt old and looked worn the spine of the thick book worn creased and worn from being opened so often. “It’s just a book.” Ivy spoke her eyebrow raised as she slightly shook her head. Freda beamed her eyes playful “Is it my dear?”

Wooden crates repurposed as shelves lined one of the shorter walls, packed with books of all shapes and sizes, and Ashlyn couldn't help the gasp that passed her lips when she saw the worn copy of Pride and Prejudice that poked out from the center. She took the book in her hand and turned a bright smile on Derek. She pointed to him, then to the book, she clutched against her chest. She didn't know he was a reader — a fan of Mr. Darcy, no less. Derek's sun-kissed cheeks took on a red undertone when he nodded. Ashlyn's heart stuttered, her admiration for this man growing.

I doubt I would ever have to bring someone into my bedroom but it never hurts to be prepared. That kind of love sounded like a myth but I knew it was out there for whoever was lucky enough to find it. I had never been lucky and I doubt I would ever be. I picked up pride and prejudice, my all time favorite classic and wondered when and if I would ever find my own Mr. Darcy. Shoving sentiments aside, I opened the large bag I had come with and shoved some of the books in it. I would read them every night and come back for more when I was done with the pile.

I ran my left hand over my right one, which he had been holding and tried to see if I had some skin disorder that is associated with this tingly feeling as a response of touch. It didn't have the result as I'd expected. Maybe it needed another human's skin contact. Or perhaps some arrogant devil's skin contact. I shuddered with the thought, ignoring the fluttery, jittery feeling I felt at the thought of the said devil's touch. Lost in my thoughts, I was startled when a sudden whiff of fresh cologne hit my senses and I looked up to see a very fresh looking Adrian Stone in a simple white shirt and white trousers. That suited him so well. His entire place was gray themed and white made him look

She said as she handed me the book. I contemplate each feature of the book, and I can say nothing is special about it. Aside from two things. It has a hardbound leather cover embroidered with gold. It’s old fashioned, I can say. “No one has read that yet maybe because they won’t be able to can open that." She said, and that what caught my attention. Why would a book not be able to be open? It has no lock in the first place! "And, by the way, the last one to open that was Paxton." She said and suddenly disappear in just a snap.

Máire smiled warmly. “Ah, here it is.” Shae announced, bringing down a thick leather-bound book. The leather was worn, and the edge of the pages yellowed with age. I couldn’t make out any lettering on the binding. I wondered just how old this tome is. I was so eager to touch it and possibly date it that I took it from Shae before John could.

At her feet, there were four books. All written by Jane Austen. Pride and Prejudice. Sense and sensibility. Persuasion. Emma. She had another book open in her hands, and when she looked up at me, flashing me a smile that showed off her perfect pearly white teeth, my heart skipped. She was angelic. For a moment, I didn't move. Couldn't. I didn't speak either – just stood there gawking at the beauty of her. She must have thought I was awkward.