Pride Prejudice Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"I'm sorry, how embarrassing, what are you going to think of me, I'm sure I did it on purpose." "No, please, I would never think that about you, you're a nice, shy girl and I love that about a woman, her innocence." Without waiting another minute, he approached her, she pretended to be shy and let him. Jared led her down a path, laid her on the grass, kissed her, caressed her until he finally possessed her with passion and she continued to pretend innocence. Twice they had sex, but the second time she took control of her desire, in the meantime she thought with a smile, Oy little sister, if you marry Christian, I swear you will not be happy with him, because I will not allow it, what will he

For her heart was vulnerable, too—and she felt as if he had crushed it in his fist. ‘I can’t b-believe you could think that!’ she stuttered as she started doing up the buttons, her shaking fingers making the task almost impossible. ‘I suppose I can’t really blame you,’ he mused, almost as if she hadn’t objected, a slow tide of rage still building inside him. ‘Most women seem hell-bent on marriage—and the more prestigious the marriage, the better. And you can’t do much better than a prince, can you?’ ‘You must be joking,’ she hissed back. ‘You might be a prince, but you also happen to be an arrogant and overbearing piece of—’

Despite my discomfort, I agreed, blinded by my love for her. But things changed when she met Marianne. Instead of scamming some rich guy, Britney changed her plans. She convinced me to marry Marianne and frame her, sending her to prison so we could take her wealth. At first, I refused. It sounded insane. But after much persuasion, I caved. Who wouldn’t want to live in luxury?

She was probably hoping for her daughters to have a chance, but now it was probably ruined, like with what had happened with Prince Adrian. I couldn't wait to see how this would all turn out. Since Cesarevich Dimitri wanted to see me again, I hoped we could blossom a pure, true relationship. I hoped he'd want to marry me and make me his princess. I hoped, for once in my life, I could finally have a happily ever after. ***** Looks like things are going well...;) Thanks for the follows, favs, and reviews! Feel free to tell me your thoughts on this chapter. Until next time...

I know that this conversation is going nowhere, and that she probably wants to defend her straight Fanfic, and her characters with no chemistry. — They make a beautiful couple. Kanya is perfect for Will, she comes from a noble family, practically a princess, and my son will be the CEO of our companies, in the future a marriage between them seems inevitable, and... I can't imagine something like that, it's impossible. This Fanfic of hers is doomed to be a nice, big, flop. — This story would be perfect if the future CEO liked a woman, but I think you know he likes a man, don't you?

Everything I did now was deliberate. Precious sat across from me then, legs crossed, posture stiff, eyes cold in a way that grief often hardens them. She looked nothing like the woman Croft once married, the soft, hopeful girl who believed marriage could protect her. This Precious was sharper, carved by abandonment and pride, more enclosed in her personal wealth. That pleased me. Broken people were easier to redirect. She didn’t agree to anything immediately. Precious never rushed. She listened, calculated, and weighed what she had lost against what she could still reclaim. I spoke slowly and carefully, feeding her truths wrapped in bitterness.

He tucks a strand of hair behind my ears. “You know I always do,” I said, reaching up to kiss him. He kisses me back, letting me explore his mouth with his tongue. After a while, he stops the kiss. “I got something for you,” he said with a gleam of excitement in his eyes. “Oh really,” I say, taking the box from his hands. I unpeel the brown packaging, wondering what he got me this time. It's a copy of Pride and Prejudice. “Adrian,” I whispered, opening the front cover.

She looked at her, as she brightened her eyes. 'Who? What are you talking about? Clara expressed anxiously. 'I saw the way you were looking at him yesterday, Isabella obliged. 'I admire his beauty but not his character, he is too proud? Her face had tightened into a grimace. 'Oh! Really! You would give up the dreams of marrying a rich and handsome guy for pride? 'Isabella! What do you take me for? A slot? 'There's no harm trying, marrying him would change our lives forever.'

Fiona’s face fell as the harsh reality of the legal timeline sank in, and she asked, “Are you really going to pack your bags and move into that mansion, Brooklyn?” A faint smile appeared on Brooklyn's stunning face, and she replied, "I am hoping that Miss Cartwright's jealousy would create an untenable situation that would force Preston to beg for a divorce just to keep his future heiress from walking away.” Fiona laughed out loud and said, “That’s a brilliant idea, my dearest Brooklyn. We need to pack your most show-stopping outfits. Let’s make sure Preston’s life becomes an absolute living hell the second you step through those front gates.”

“The Goddess finally delivered the one thing I prayed for, my mate. But I had the sheer nerve to reject him. What was I supposed to do? I’m of the highest nobility, and he’s a mere dancer at a club, doing God knows what else to earn his coin. Why did fate have to be so cruel? Why couldn't I have been paired with an Alpha like yours, or even a Beta like Seraph’s?” I remembered that Seraph and the Beta had found a bond of necessity, but it was still a powerful union. I clenched my fist, raging at my own prejudice. I knew I sounded like an entitled elitist, looking down on someone of a lower class. But the painful truth was, I was an entitled noble.