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She looks around at the unfamiliar surrounding. The walls were painted in white and gold, the bed she was sitting on was big with satin bed sheets. The wall above was adorned by a beautiful chandelier. She felt like she was in paradise. Her eyes traveled around the room till they set on the woman sitting on the chair beside her with a book in her hand. Pride and prejudice was the title of the book. In her perspective the woman was gorgeous and screamed of royalty. From her hair pin, to her jewelry and to her dress.

"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.

Ruby sighed to keep her laughter at bay. Pride and Prejudice is certainly a good book. Ruby also enjoyed it, but it’s a romance novel. This was the first time Ruby had met a man—especially one like Ed—who willingly admitted to liking that book. “Precisely because it’s so different. I enjoy it. It’s simple. There is no need to burden my mind. Light and warm. It reminds me that sometimes people only need simple things to be happy. It's akin to a fragment of a captivating vision that you can perpetually cherish.

The more I try to draw boundaries she is making it nearly impossible for me to control myself from going and grabbing her face and kissing the shit out of her. I take a deep breath and return a soft smile," how about the classics, lex?" I ask her to divert my mind. " well, pride and prejudice is the only one I can truly think of!" she caresses the book on the book rack. " hmmm, interesting. I can't find any better than that one in the classics," I say while walking toward her. " but I think sense and sensibility were nice too, you know," I whisper not wanting to disturb other people in the store

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.

"Of course." "What? It's a classic." "It's also the most predictable answer you could have given." "Fine. What's yours?" "Pride and Prejudice." His eyebrows shot up. "The one with the British people and the fancy dresses?" "It's a romance, Connelly. Don't act so shocked." "I'm not shocked. I'm just..." He grinned. "Actually, I'm not surprised at all. You probably relate to Elizabeth Bennet." "Why? Because she's stubborn and sarcastic?"

Now that I was better, he would have to ask me out again. I was waiting for him to do so … and for everything else that would follow. I glanced at the clock. It was 12 a.m. “Bedtime, babies!” I said to the twins. Mabel and Miles began protesting immediately. Mama started picking up their toys and art materials and putting them away. “I’ll tuck them into bed,” she said, eyeing the sheets of paper that I had scattered over the table. I nodded and they all left. The play was Pride and Prejudice and I was playing Elizabeth Bennet. In an effort to infuse more life into my adaptation of her, I purchased a digital copy of the book and began reading it. It had been one of my favorite novels when I w

’ All these questions were flying around my head, when suddenly the loud howl was heard again sending shivers down my spine as this sounded different like an outside communication. Whilst I waited to see if there was any further howling, I glanced at the alarm clock, seeing that it said 3am I sighed inwardly as I know that I wouldn’t be able to sleep now due to all the unanswered questions going on in my head. Getting up from the window seat, I headed to my bookshelf to pick up my favourite book, Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austin, I switched on my lamp as I went past and got comfortable on the sofa to read until I had to get up ready for breakfast in a few hours as I knew I wouldn’t be able

His sleek black hair was loose around his shoulders and he wore a white shirt, sleeves rolled up. "What are you reading?" His voice was cold. “Pride and Prejudice,” I said and he moved closer to the bookshelf across from where I sat, his long fingers traced the spines of the books. "Elizabeth Bennet refuses to bend to anyone's will," he said, his voice had that rough quality it got when he was thinking hard about something. "She's stubborn." "Like me?" I asked. "Exactly like you,” he said and he pulled a book from the shelf without looking away from me. Then he sat in the chair opposite mine, the fire crackled between us and he opened his book and started reading.

I went to my library, took my favourite book and went towards the garden, thinking I might as well sit there and read to clear my mind for sometime, aside from getting the album back. Everything was right there, where I left it yesterday, no one dared to touch anything, because I didn't order anyone to pick anything up from there. The album was placed at the side. I remembered that I threw it far away yesterday, but dismissed thinking someone must have picked it up and placed it back. I laid down after popping the chocolate in my mouth and started reading my book, by placing it above my face to block the sunlight. I was reading PRIDE AND PREJUDICE. It was my favourite book.