Pride And Prejudice Novels & Stories

I push past both of them and enter the library. I look around the library and find Celeste. She's curled up on the couch next to Lycer, reading a book. I look at the book cover and see the title "Pride and Prejudice." She is too close to him but I smile anyways as I noticed something else. Celeste's hair was short. Really short.

A mystery. A worn copy of Pride and Prejudice that looked as though it had been loved by three different generations. The sight made her smile. Books never pretended to be something they weren't. People did. Especially billionaires. Her gaze drifted toward the black coat hanging behind the counter. Walter Ford's coat. She should have returned it already. Instead, it had spent three days occupying a hook near the register. Three days. Not that she had been thinking about him. Much. The bell above the entrance rang.

Everything I did now was deliberate. Precious sat across from me then, legs crossed, posture stiff, eyes cold in a way that grief often hardens them. She looked nothing like the woman Croft once married, the soft, hopeful girl who believed marriage could protect her. This Precious was sharper, carved by abandonment and pride, more enclosed in her personal wealth. That pleased me. Broken people were easier to redirect. She didn’t agree to anything immediately. Precious never rushed. She listened, calculated, and weighed what she had lost against what she could still reclaim. I spoke slowly and carefully, feeding her truths wrapped in bitterness.

That's bad. "What concept is that exactly, Lady Charleston?" she asked in an English accent as she arched a brow surprised. She knew how much I hated reading. "Well, for 'Pride and Prejudice', Elizabeth Bennett refused to let go of her preconceived notions of Mr Darcy. Mr Darcy on the other hand, was too prejudiced against those of the lower status. Undoubtedly both of them had numerous character flaws. Elizabeth was too proud, lacked manners and Darcy was immersed in the division between factions, the rich and the poor. He thought everyone was after his money and couldn't see past that fact."

"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.

"What is the book about?" "It's about the turbulent relationship between Elizabeth Bennet, the daughter of a country gentleman, and Fitzwilliam Darcy, a rich aristocratic landowner. They both had to overcome their biases in order to end up together." I have read the book like a thousand times already. I could give a well-detailed summary of it from beginning to end if asked. "There is a first edition in the National Library but it's hard to be allowed to see it." My mood turns a bit sullen as I remember the number of times I have been denied access to the room where they keep the first edition of pride and prejudice.

He asked, kissing my bare shoulder. I smile. "Yes, darling, but I'm sad." Drew Mondragon is indeed dominant and possessive but with a good heart. Now, having here with me, loving him like this, I could no longer ask for more. I used to have a lot of insecurities within me, including my status in the society. Drew is of noble birth, while I have nothing to offer except for my heart. I don't want him to think I'm taking advantage of him. I still want to pursue my dreams.

Around two in the morning, she fell asleep. The past few days had been rough for Anna. Between tutoring on italki and planning the wedding, she had had barely any sleep. They were in a small chapel in Hertfordshire that resembled the chapel that she had seen in the ‘Pride and Prejudice’ mini-series. It was just her, Henry, Henry Senior, and Sophia. Henry had insisted that it be as small as possible then they would have a party for everyone that complained that they were not at the wedding.

“Miss Evans, you're close to the King family, right? How long have you known that Preston isn’t actually crippled? I’ve always thought he was more attractive than most celebrities, and it was a shame that he was disabled, but it turns out he isn’t. Anyway, why in the world would he marry such an ugly woman?” “Yes, Miss Evans. Tell us. What is it about her that made Preston choose her? I don’t understand. It’s like trying to solve a century-old puzzle.” Luna raised an eyebrow, crossed her arms, and glared at the woman who had just spoken. “Even if he’s not attracted to me, he certainly wouldn't like someone with a waist as thick as yours.” “How dare you say that to me, you bitch?”

“How you use ‘you and we’. I get to do all the job and you…” Alice kissed the bridge of my nose lovingly. “Stop complaining. I’m sure Olivia is straight as an arrow. I saw her from a far, she’s beautiful, she just needs a little time well spent in a salon and she’s going to be a heartbreaker. It’s so unfortunate that with all that money, she doesn’t want to spend a dime on lavish bags and shoes. Anyway, like I said, women like her, they are built for men.”