Pride And Prejudice นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Hey yow Your Highness! My name is Adharia Navier V. Valler, 17 years old and a proud bookworm. I love reading fantasy-romance novels, but I also read mystery or thriller books. I'm pretty sure I'm not a spoiled rich brat too since I hate make-up, 'cause, yuck! Make-up is so disgusting and uncomfortable, eew! I also have a dog named Achilles, my Brother gave it to me on my 14th birthday. He's a really nice person. Oh! And most of all, I'm a huge fan of yours, Your Highness! You're so talented and amazing, and hey, I personally think that you're much more decent than that Crown Prince, he looks like a plastic barbie doll, ya' know." She introduced herself like that. She had a sense of humor,

She looked at her, as she brightened her eyes. 'Who? What are you talking about? Clara expressed anxiously. 'I saw the way you were looking at him yesterday, Isabella obliged. 'I admire his beauty but not his character, he is too proud? Her face had tightened into a grimace. 'Oh! Really! You would give up the dreams of marrying a rich and handsome guy for pride? 'Isabella! What do you take me for? A slot? 'There's no harm trying, marrying him would change our lives forever.'

I swear that this guy moves like a ghost. I sat down on the couch, I realised that there was a book on the table. I took it and it was one of my favourite author, it was Jane Austen and it was a first edition. I can only wonder how much it must have caused. Pride and Prejudice will always be my all time favourite literature. All in all I can say that being married doesn't seem to bad from where I was standing.

At this time, Charlotte’s phone rang, and she said, “Excuse me.” As she went to take the call, Elizabeth’s fake smile faded, and a disgusted expression took its place. “You are not marrying this girl!” She hated everything about Charlotte. From her job to her peasant family to her clothes and mannerisms! This girl looked so wild and not elegant at all. They were rich people with noble backgrounds. How could they accept this woman? The society would laugh at them! She looked at Daphney was the perfect daughter-in-law, her maiden family’s heritage is connected with a royal family as the latter’s mother was the daughter of a prince. Although Daphney had no title, she still was considered blue-b

After a momentary pause, she adds, "And you, my darling... will become Mrs. Bradford." Scarlet's mind swirls with thoughts of becoming Mrs. Bradford. She has always harbored a hidden attraction towards Dominic, secretly yearning for his love. However, Dominic's volatile temperament has deterred her from confessing her feelings in the past. Now, witnessing his acceptance of a maid into his life, Scarlet believes her chance has only grown stronger. She sees herself as far superior to a mere maid, possessing refined fashion sense and embodying the essence of a modern woman. Moreover, being his cousin, she feels entitled to his affections and believes she can provide him with the love and stabil

well, the girl is worthless Fuji and I went straight to a black Mercedes Benz in the parking lot of RedSphere. Before I got inside the fancy car, I first looked at the top of RedSphere where my husband was busy being afraid of Zombies. Haha! . Ho. Ho. How can I describe the house that Bennet owns in Aiden Vendome Neighborhood?? Wow. MANSION. That would be the right word, a modern manor. Absolute perfection, a house fit for a king like Bennet. I was stunned.

──────⊰·☆·⊱────── 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.

"Mr. Bennett, are you really asking me to support your family while ignoring Sophie is keeping another man? Do you think I'm stupid, or do you just believe the Prestons can be pushed around?" My mom was trembling with anger by then. She pointed at the door and shouted, "Get out! Take your things and get out of this house!" The moment pleading failed, Elaine let go of her polished act completely. She fell to the floor and started wailing like a street performer. "This is unbelievable! The Prestons are throwing their weight around! You're ruining my daughter's future and driving an innocent person to his death!" Elaine had spent years trying to imitate the manners of a society matron, but her

I struggled desperately against the guards holding me back and screamed, "Rupert! Stop this! Are you trying to kill someone?!" Rupert looked down at me calmly, almost smugly. "Mr. Shaw, so what if someone dies? Do you really think Ms. Prescott would send me to prison over your two hick parents?" My heart raced with panic, but I knew deep down that Rupert was right. He was Jaclyn's most trusted butler, while my marriage to her was nothing more than an arranged engagement made by our grandparents decades ago. After we got married, she treated me with complete indifference. For ten years straight, she let Rupert humiliate me at every turn.

Her jaw clenched, “I’m not interested in living off someone else’s money.” “That’s a charming fantasy,” I said, “But reality tends to be less sentimental.” The color in her cheeks deepened, “I didn’t ask for any of this,” she snapped. “No,” I agreed smoothly, “You didn’t but you’re here anyway.” She glared at me like she wanted to throw something. “Let me give you some advice,” I said quietly, “Pride is only useful when you can afford it. And you,” I finished coolly, “are in absolutely no position to be turning down help.”