Pride And Prejudice Original Cover Novels & Stories

Politics, Power, Business, History and many more. Boring. Boring man. I continued tracing the spines with my fingers, liking the texture beneath my fingertips. At some point, I completely forgot about the journal. I pulled out one of the books. It had a rare cover I had never seen before. “Pride and Prejudice.” What? I checked the cover again. Maybe I had read it wrong. Or maybe it was another Pride and Prejudice. But no. It was the same book, only with a different cover. This one had a black hard cover with the title engraved into it alongside the author’s name.

As the wrapping paper falls away, a book is revealed. Max turns it around in his hands, "Pride and Prejudice?" Embarrassment wracks her nerves with the worry that he won't like the gift. "I know you said you loved the book growing up. I'm sure you already have it, but I wanted to get you a nice, leatherbound version. They even engraved your name on the inside. A first edition was too expensive for me, unfortunately." Max stares at the cover, his mouth hanging open. When he regains his words, he says, "Maryanne. . . I don't know what to say. It's very sweet."

Tomorrow was going to be a long day. 7:32pm. I finished my work and assessed my look in the mirror, feeling satisfied. I had chosen a floor length gown that fit me snugly and flowed below my knees. The front was black with a cream colored net sleeve on my right while the left one was sleeveless. It was elegant and a mixture of modest and sexy with little black stones scattered on a thin beige net over the half of my right shoulder and left hip. I let my hair down with soft curls bouncing in the end and put on my red lipstick. Perfect.

Nina was already too focused on the large, beautifully bound book on the table to even notice my weird movements. The outdoor patio at Marcelline’s was perfect. The sunlight filtering through was soft, and then white tablecloths fluttering gently, the elegant hum of other diners around us. But all I could focus on was not wincing. Nina pushed the lookbook toward me with an excitement that was very contractive. “Look at this.” The cover was stunning. High-quality, almost museum-piece level, with that unmistakable Off-White energy. Virgil Abloh’s early work.

When I turned to the kitchen to make breakfast, I noticed a big parcel wrapped in a red ribbon with a note, I know you always wanted this edition. I hope you like it. P.S. Breakfast is on the pan. E A smile lit up my face as I tugged off the red ribbon and opened the gift paper to reveal a beautiful hardcover of one of my favorite authors, Jane Austen. It was The Complete Novels of Jane Austen in lilac purple leather-bound hardcover. The book was heavy, but I was in utter awe at its beauty and the intricate design on the front cover. I loved it. I adored it, and I knew if I could, I would keep this edition on a pedestal.

She wondered what Lizzy meant and curiosity rose at its peak when she wanted to know why she thought this book may relieve her pain or help her decide. She crossed a thumb along the edges and slowly lifted off the cover with her index finger. She gasped when her eyes lay on the most beautiful thing ever. It was a picture of Ronan in his green and yellow tux with a flashing grin that revealed all his teeth, even the canines that had once cut her.

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.

Until now. "Vanity Fair," Sophia said, placing a glossy mock-up on Aurora’s desk. "The cover. A ten-page spread. 'The New Power Couple: How Love and War Built an Empire'." Aurora stared at the mock-up. It was seductive. It was prestigious. "It’s too personal," she said. "The headline... 'Love and War'? We aren't marketing a romance novel, Sophia. We are marketing a business strategy." "To the public," Sophia countered, "there is no difference. They buy the clothes because they buy the story. And the story... is you two."

I couldn’t help but scoff at the irony as she held up “Pride and Prejudice” I had yet to read it but had it on my reading list so I understood the concept. Just from the synopsis I remembered reading, could I compare myself and the handsome boy in front of me to Elizabeth Bennet and the wealthy Mr. Darcy? Maybe reading it would be enlightening and since it was already on my reading list at home, I could also check that book off. She brought out stacks of copies and placed them at the start of each row, asking that they be handed back. Owen didn’t even turn around as he raised my copy over his head and just dropped it onto the desk with a loud thud before I could even grab it from his hands.

I picked up the one titled Emma and opened the front cover that bore a dedication – to the then Prince Regent, the future King George IV. My heart skipped a beat as I looked back up at him. "Are these first editions?" When he nodded, I felt my airway constrict. They most likely caused a fortune and wouldn't have been easy to secure all eight. My mouth slacked. "Killian these cost a fortune." "Trust me. I can afford it." I looked down at the books, unable to fathom my situation. "But-but how did you know. I mean—" I was dumbfounded. My heartbeat spiked and I thought I was panting but it was just my imagination.