Pride And Prejudice Novels & Stories

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.”

"She was born with everything and had embraced it all with her arrogant self that disgust me while we rot here and there, living for meager scraps of food handed to us by those old men. And she . . . she never had to worry about money every single day. Didn't have to work hard to make money. Never experience the fear that normal people have. She never had to work a day of her life . . . but she feels like she owns the world. Entitled and think that everyone should obey her every whim." Cherry ran her teeth over her bottom lip. She didn't want to remember when she was still prostituting herself for money to survive. She was lucky that she found Robert Krisnov. With her dealings with men befor

“Here you go. Pride and Prejudice. First edition. Just as you described.” Jasmine reached for it, but he pulled it back, his fingers brushing hers. “You know, I’ve been wondering something,” he said, his voice dropping to a low murmur. “Why does a girl like you care so much about a book? You don’t seem like the type to get worked up over something so trivial.” She glared at him, her cheeks flushing. “It’s not trivial. It’s important to me. Now, can I have it?” He took a step closer, his presence overwhelming.

I could hear the faint ticking of the mantel clock, the hum of the evening wind brushing against the glass. Then Diana spoke again, her tone firmer this time. “You underestimate him, my lady. Prince Arden is not easily swayed. He cares about you. You’re the first woman he’s ever brought here, to his home. That must mean something.” I smiled sadly. “He lives in Belmont, Diana. Of course, I’m the first woman he’s brought to his Eldenwald villa. That’s hardly a declaration of love.” Diana frowned. “You’re twisting things.”

There were exactly 113 things she’d rather be doing than fix up His Royal Dumbass’s life. Drinking wine. Calling her sisters. Helping with Sutton’s upcoming wedding. Rewatching Pride and Prejudice, the 1995 mini-series, obviously, because Colin Firth was seriously fucking hot. He could get himself into her bed any day. He might be in his sixties, but he was one of those men who got better with age. Plus, there were the rumors about his sex life… yes, please.

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.

Mandy snapped, rolling her eyes. "And neither does Sophie fit into the criteria of being a Rowling, but here we are. They deserve each other, and sincerely, Sophie can't do better than Maxwell. In fact, she should count herself lucky, and Maxwell should also count himself lucky, aside from being a Dupree, there is absolutely nothing great going on about him and no matter how much his mother rants, Maxwell would always and forever remain the nation's billionaire pauper," Beatrice said, her voice laced with disdain.

he asks and I cackled. "I'm sorry," I laugh once more and he shakes his head. "I meant, would you forgive a person in general, if they tried to...you know, take advantage of you." I say once I've recovered. He thought for a while. "No." "Why?" "My good opinion once lost, is lost forever." he answers with an unbearable accent and waves his head in exaggeration and I laugh at him again. "You did not just quote Mr. Darcy." He laughs with me. "Pride and Prejudice stuck with me back at sophomore year, you can't blame me."

Bella's POV "No, no, no!" the gay designer shouted. He sounded really irrated, because he had to pick out a dress for me. I think I know how he feels, cause it wasn't even a appointment, we just barged into the shop, and Kai said he needed the perfect dress for me. He jumped up, and now we've tried the 10 dress and Vian was still not satisfied. I went back into the changing room. Omg, this is the one, I thought as I pulled the next one. It was a lacy black dress, that showed every curve of my body. It was perfect. I walked out of the changing room, and Vian finally clapped his hand and said, "Finally darling, that dress does not do you justice, but your man will fall to his knees when he see

At that very moment, Sebastian had not expected for a woman as obedient and submissive as Jane to be so determined in turning away. "Sebastian, I never thought of Jane as a woman who was proud and cold. I always thought that Lily was prouder than she was, but Jane now has made me realize the true meaning of pride. Jane was the one who was proud, down to every bone in her body! Her clothes are all torn apart, and with that big belly of hers, she can’t even walk straight but still refused to let me help her. Say, how can I overcome her pride and get her to come back with me?" Alex continued in his sorrowful voice.