Pride And Prejudice Read Novels & Stories

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.

The quiet of the library, which moments ago felt peaceful, now feels laden with tension. I stand abruptly, needing to break the moment before I do something impulsive. "Can we explore more of the library? I'd love to see what's in some of these sections." "Of course," Armani says, rising smoothly. If he's disappointed by the change in direction, he doesn't show it. "I think you'll particularly enjoy the rare books collection. They have a first edition of *Pride and Prejudice*." "Are you serious?" My literary heart skips a beat. "That's my favorite book of all time."

“He never mentioned you.” “Good,” the woman said. “That means he kept his promise.” She rose slowly, joints creaking, and walked to a cabinet against the far wall. Unlocking it, she withdrew a box wrapped in faded red cloth. “He left this. Said it was meant for the one who would carry the lion’s heart.” Elena reached for it, her fingers trembling. Inside the box was a single book, its cover embossed with the lion crest and the words Sanguis et Superbia — Blood and Pride.

Conner's POV Since Avery nearly died, I have seen her in a different light. Her body might be frail, but her spirit was far from that. She keeps pushing forward no matter what has been done to her. She more than deserves the surprise in her locker that my brothers and I arranged. As I think back to how I have mistreated her, I recall a quote from Pride and Prejudice, “I was given good principles, but left to follow them in pride and conceit,” Mr. Darcy said in that book. I am just as guilty as he is, and so are my brothers. We let our titles and pride keep us from knowing the real Avery. We judged her by her appearance, not her character. Maybe it is too late for a truly fresh start, because

"My queen Akila is here ,I cut her words short , seeing the book I gave Nanuet yesterday floating in the air with all glory. The book layed on the bed after floating for a while ,it opened up to a particular page and a letter was on the page . It read :I HAVE EXAMINED THE PRINCESS CLOSELY AND SHE IS A FIGHTER ,SHE DESERVES THE BEST , FROM WHAT I HAVE GATHERED ,JUST BEING A CARING WIFE WILL NOT HELP HER GET THE PRINCE , THE SOLUTION TO THIS PROBLEM, I HAVE GIVEN TO YOU IS IN THIS PAGE , IT'S YOUR CHOICE TO ABIDE BY IT .

He uttered offering his hand that she gladly accepted. I know right? You were even my ultimate crush dammit. Theodore Augustus Williams, your name suits for a prince! How can I even forget? The moment she held his warm and soft hand, she suddenly felt her downy hair raised as an electric-like feeling crept into her when she just only holds his hand? How can that be possible? She was not sure but she thinks he felt that too because she saw him got stunned and look at her with furrowed brows.

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 -"

Davis. "Hello, Miss Adams." I couldn't hide my surprise, and he chuckled at my reaction. "Hello." "Are you done with your lectures?" "Yes." "I see." He glanced at the book in my hands. "What are you reading?" "Pride and Prejudice." "A classic. Good choice." "It's my favorite book... I've lost count of how many times I've read it." "It's truly remarkable." He was looking at me, smiling. I felt slightly uncomfortable and lowered my gaze to the book.

Next to it, placed purposefully at the center, was a single book. Its cover gleamed softly under the chandelier’s light. Deep emerald leather, trimmed in gold. The title: Pride and Prejudice. Emilia froze. She turned slowly back to Max, blinking. “Is this…?” He nodded. “A first edition. Signed by Jane Austen herself.” Her mouth parted, but no words came. “I ruined your original copy in high school,” Max continued. “Dropped it in the fountain during that stupid dare. You were furious.”

He raised his eyebrows and sat down. " Pride and prejudice. Chapter 31. Go and look for it . " Wow ,i was amazed! I thought he was serious when he said he didn't knew anything about this book. I swallowed my spittle and ,put on a disposable glove,then took a cotton pad. I shook my head for him to remove his tee shirt. "Well..uhhmm..no..i've never done this before you know..i'm a bit prude..No girl has ever seen my body.."