Pride And Prejudice Read Novels & Stories

Pride & Prejudice is in the public domain; however, giving credit where credit is due, it is the work of the absolutely brilliant Jane Austen. Anything you recognize is hers, the rest is mine. I'm just taking the opportunity to shake things up a bit. Or rather take the good fortune and coincidence scattered throughout the work and cranking it up a notch or three. Chapter 1

”Yeah, I’m speechless” I agree. ”What was the name again?” Sebastian asks. ”Pride and Prejudice” Aiden replies. ”This was good, I have to admit. Such strong emotions” I tell him. ”How did you..where did you know this?” Sebastian asks. ”I actually like old romance books, I know this movie was from year 2005 but it’s based on a book by Jane Austen from the year 1813 if I remember correctly” Aiden explains. ”I forgot your minor is English literature” I smile at him.

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.

"Believe it, because you have certainly done that, and there's still many more to come. Did you see the way everyone stood up just for you? Angel, I'm so proud of you!" She smiled widely at my words. "Really? Do you really think that they liked my work and didn't just stand because I'm your sister?" She looked a little uncertain now. "Eva, didn't you see how they murmured their approval right from the beginning? These businessmen are arrogant idiots who don't bow down to just anyone. They stood up because you deserve it. Oh, I'm just thinking of how rich you're going to make me. I'm going to be richer than you, Adrian." I joked, bumping my shoulders with my husband- the word giving me happy

I swear that this guy moves like a ghost. I sat down on the couch, I realised that there was a book on the table. I took it and it was one of my favourite author, it was Jane Austen and it was a first edition. I can only wonder how much it must have caused. Pride and Prejudice will always be my all time favourite literature. All in all I can say that being married doesn't seem to bad from where I was standing.

Katrina asked, holding her spoon a little above ge head. "I wanted to say that too, it hasn't been up to three hours you all came back home and someone already rushed to to hold a conference" Emily shakes her head in dismay. "Hmm, that how popular I am" she said with obvious smugness. Katie rolled her eyes, as she dropped her spoon instantly.. "Oh my gosh, shit, so dirty...." Vida shakes her head."hmm" she sighed The other is prideful, while the other has a princess syndrome....

I push past both of them and enter the library. I look around the library and find Celeste. She's curled up on the couch next to Lycer, reading a book. I look at the book cover and see the title "Pride and Prejudice." She is too close to him but I smile anyways as I noticed something else. Celeste's hair was short. Really short.

My father-in-law, Richard Prescott, held a powerful position for years, and no one ever dared to treat him like this. He exploded in anger on the spot. He barked, "Jaclyn Prescott, that ungrateful brat! Has she forgotten who gave her every penny she has? How dare she let this pompous butler insult her own father? This is outrageous!" My mother-in-law, Leona Reed, was equally furious. "Richard, we need to have a serious talk with Jaclyn when we get back. Since when does a butler get to overstep the man of the house and boss people around?"

Much like how I sat beside her in the bus on our way to school that day. “What are you reading?” I stole her attention. This bus ride with her would not have happened if I hadn’t waited on her doorstep. She’d been declining to go to school with me the past days because according to her, that's too risky and we'd rather just be content in seeing each other in the public library. But this time, I became more insistent. “Pride and Prejudice.” She briefly showed me the book cover. “You know, you should read it.” She straightened her back, suddenly too serious with the suggestion.

Infatuated How does one know if they really, really, really like person? All night, I've been re-reading romance novels I've read. Jane Austen, F. Scott Fitzgerald, even William Shakespeare. All of the things I've read brought me to one ridiculous hypothesis. "I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun." – Elizabeth Bennet (Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen)