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Actually, what might be more affecting is how much he seems to enjoy teasing me with it. I stand up and offer him a hand. He gets to his feet on his own. I roll my eyes. Men . We finally go back inside and settle on the couch, each with a book, me in my spot and Ryan in his spot. His looks like a spy or thriller novel. I'm reading Pride and Prejudice for the first time. I'd always meant to read it, but just never had the time. Now that I've got nothing but time, I'm beginning to realize that I should have read this book sooner. I'm loving it.

, I was never going to get in a habit of the mojo he does. “Well I went up there to bring this book for you, I know you are doing English major in your university and I also got to know you are a big fan of Jane Austin so I thought to give you a present of Pride and prejudice first ever edition, trust me it is very limited”, fir the first time I could see the spark in Elvin eyes when he giving me the book. “So you were there when it got published”, I asked with so much excitement for the first time both of us were excited, “I’ve had my ways”, he chuckled.

I ask not knowing what they expect to do while Matteo's tutor is here. "Oh, whatever you like, sweetie; Matteo will only be gone a few hours." She stated this before hastily retreating around the corner, Matteo's little hand waving farewell to me. Well ok then... **** I'm currently sitting down in the sitting room reading one of my favourite books Pride and prejudice. I mean it's so beautifully written. A blanket was draped over my lap, and the fire in front of me kept me warm and comfortable as I read. The scent of burning wood from the fireplace soothed me into the leather chair. I smile when I read my favorite quote from the book. "You have bewitched me body and soul. And I -"

Della stopped laughing as soon as she realized the stranger was staring. "Yeah, it's beauty." He smirked at her and she blushed. That was the cheeses thing she had ever heard from anyone. "What are you reading?" She asked. "Pride and Prejudice." He said with a grin. "That's one of my favorite books. Mr. Darcy-" She squirmed. Her eyes flashed with happiness whenever she talked to about her favorite worldly possessions. "Yeah, I just recently started reading it." He sipped on his black coffee. "Well then I don't want to spoil all the fun from you." Della smiled holding her cup with both hands. Loving the warmth even though it wasn't that cold outside, it was a habit.

I still didn't know where to put my arms and I held them locked against my body for a long while, until they started to get stiff. About half an hour into our journey, I grabbed my book that I put under my jacket earlier and opened the first page. I had seen the movie Pride and Prejudice countless times and the familiar names put a smile to my face. This was the first time I read the book, so I shut the world around me out and started my mental journey.

His mom is hellbound of breaking us apart and here I am pregnant with his son baby. Deciding to roam around for a bit I enter the local library, it's close to 4 pm. By now almost everyone is rushing to get back home except for the nighttime workers. Entering the library, I breathe in the smell of old books and covers. Walking towards the romance genre I search for pride and prejudice. Liam likes to read books and loves to collect different books ranging from romance to supernatural. I came across pride and prejudice from cleaning his desk. Reading the first chapter I was intrigued by Elizabeth mother. Her character is a funny one yet annoying if it was a real person. Flipping to the second c

I threw myself back in the teal armchair, annoyed that I didn't discover anything. Then I see it. An old copy of Pride and Prejudice. But what strikes me is that this is not the only copy of this book I've spotted on her shelves. In the 11th grade, we were assigned the book for our English literature class. While I love to read, I do not like being told what I should or shouldn't read. I complained to my mother that there was no sense in reading 18th-century chick lit that has no place in today's world. My mother laughed at that and told me that it was one of her favorite books. She said it was the ultimate love story where both characters are forced to face their flaws and grow as people, t

Are you scared she'll take your spot in my heart? My spot? I had known Mark my whole life, and I thought I understood him. I never planned on marrying anyone but him, and I thought he felt the same. That was until Alice showed up. He told me, "Alice is strong, hardworking, and pure. She’s nothing like you and those other rich girls.” Ignoring our engagement, he kept siding with her, choosing her over me. He crushed my pride and reputation beneath his feet. I let out an icy laugh and turned to walk away, but he yanked me back. His gaze was icy as he snapped, "You're not going anywhere until you apologize to Alice!"

I searched for a book in one of my luggages that held the books that formed my mini library, and dug out Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice. Legs crossed, shaking to an inaudible music, I flipped the pages with the interest of someone looking for a distraction. Pages turned, my eyes traveled over pages but no words registered in my head. In a desperate attempt to tune out the bang and moans and groans coming from downstairs, I placed a headphone on, and continued reading. Similar outcome, enhanced with a nerve flaring annoyance. “ That son of a bitch!” I thought, and was soon marching down the steps like the soldier who had lived on regulations and ordered ranks.

Not too much ass but ass nonetheless. "He's almost like this annoying Mr. Darcy but at least Mr. Darcy got the girl. You feel me?" Macy's eyes remained glued to the television as she kept ranting on. Maybe it was a bad idea for us to watch Pride and Prejudice for the thousandth time. It wasn't my cup of tea but Macy seemed to enjoy it. "Why is it that I had to stay here again?" I asked as I pulled a loose strand off blonde hair that escaped from the messy bird's nest that sat on top of her head.