Pride And Prejudice Read Novels & Stories

Her heart thudded in her chest as she untied the ribbon and lifted the lid. Inside was a book. A rare first edition of Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice, its leather-bound cover delicate yet immaculate. She gasped, her fingers brushing over the gilt lettering. Nestled beside it was a small, cream-colored card. She picked it up, her breath catching as she read the elegant script: “For a literature enthusiast. —N.B.”

Her heart was already broken. “What book are you reading?” Nathan broke the silence. “Uhmmm” she glanced over at the title, “pride and prejudice by Jane Austen” “We should read together then” Nathan climbed onto the bed and beckoned on Audrey who he gently tucked in between his thighs, her head was on his Chest while his manly hands were on her bare tummy. Audrey could feel the heat already rising in her, the way he was close and the sound of his steady breathing in her ear. The only thing she wanted to do right now was just to….

Sir Walter Elliot, of Kellynch Hall, in Somersetshire, was a man who, for his own amusement, never took up any book but the Baronetage; there he found occupation for an idle hour, and consolation in a distressed one; there his faculties were roused into admiration and respect, by contemplating the limited remnant of the earliest patents; there any unwelcome sensations, arising from domestic affairs changed naturally into pity and contempt as he turned over the almost endless creations of the last century; and there, if every other leaf were powerless, he could read his own history with an interest which never failed. This was the page at which the favourite volume always opened:

I said and then got the book in the phone and started to read the book. As I read the book, I found it more and more interesting. I was just simply reading her a book but the content that was in there was way more interesting than it could be. I loved every parts of it. The way Elizabeth behaved, her proud and wise nature, her smartness, her innocence and her way of loving Mr. Darcy. But she was prejudiced most of the times about Mr. Darcy.

She wasn't sure if she was ready to risk her heart again, especially not with someone she barely knew. As she finally found the "Pride and Prejudice" she was searching for, nestled amongst a collection of dusty tomes, a wave of relief washed over her. It was a beautiful edition, the leather cover worn but supple, the pages yellowed with age. It was a treasure, a piece of literary history that she would cherish.

I paused to take a deep breath before entering the room, I truly hoped no one would be there because I didn't want to have to answer any questions. I pushed the doors open and entered. It was quiet and a bit dark, save for the small shadow of sunlight that peeped though the small window. It was extremely cold in here and I loved it. I sniffed the last bits of my tears away and proceeded to look for a book to read from the shelves. I hadn't gotten far when I saw the pride and prejudice book. I smiled, picking it up from where it rested on the shelf. I had read this book more than 5 times but I would never get tired of reading it all over again. I opened the first page with a grin.

She always looks so forlorn even when she has a smile on her face and for a beautiful woman like herself - happiness is all she needs to feel. "Aren't you busy or something? I shouldn't bother you." She says. "I called you so you're not bothering me." I lean back in my chair. "What are you doing right now?" "Reading." She replies. "Want me to tell you the title?" "Yes." "Pride and Prejudice." "What's it about?" I ask. "I've watched the movie but somehow, I think they left out a lot of details." I listen to her as she explains what the book is all about and I close my eyes just listening to her voice which calms me. The turmoil roiling inside of me disappears and the headache I was beginning

He was little worried about his confession Preeti might be say 'no' to him. But when her mother announced her decision, he was the happiest person in the room. Siddharth never forget the moment when he first time saw Preeti. His heart stop beating. He forget to take breath. He never saw a girl like Preeti before. She looked beautiful in red net anarkali. He did not take his eyes off to her, he know that she is nervous, she only saw him when they were alone.When she looked him he get lost in her chocolaty brown eyes and when she blushed it took his breath away.

Your sister did not deserve to be judged based on another's mistakes. I hope that this clarifies our conversation from the other day. As I said before, I never meant to hurt you, and for that, I apologize. Yours, William Darcy My hands shook so hard I could barely read the last few sentences of his letter. I looked inside the envelope to see he had included several newspaper articles. One was a picture of Jane at Lux. Everyone else was leaning in, and given the angle of the picture, it looked like she was trying to lean away from Charles.

Sarah said looking ugly at Patrick, but he just ignored her question and sitting in her bed he placed a book on her tummy. Back then he brought her a lot of books and chocolate and presents and when she found the truth everything was burned. “I know that you love to read, so I brought you a book. Is one of my favorite” he whispered and showed her the cover. “Pride and Prejudice?” and Sarah started to laugh.