Pride Prejudice Jane Novels & Stories

She was wrestled down, restricted, and dragged to their waiting getaway car with hereditary hands in cuffs, face soaked in tears smearing her makeup and quivering lips blabbing away endless pleas. A while ago, she was on the way to her office scanning through some documents with absolutely nothing to fidget about, now it seemed her haughty spoiled rich kid life was about to fall to pieces. Her name is Jane and she is a 25-year-old accountant, an only child to Mr. and Mrs. Morrison, meaning she was next in line to inherit her parents' wealth. She is a modelled blonde with an envied structure that fits curvy hips into long flawless legs, a slightly chiselled jaw, and sky-blue eyes that people

"If you hadn't forced your way into his life that night, the tittle of Mrs. Elliot would've been mine!" I nodded slowly, a sad smile curling up at the corner of my lip. "Well, congratulations to you, as you're about to hold that tittle now. At least, he just announced you to the whole world as his fiancee. It's just a matter of time, and you'll become his wife," I said simply. But, the second those words left my mouth, her expression changed, her face twisting into a deadly glare. "You think you're perfect, don't you?" She asked, her voice dripping with menace.

Jane said, her voice dropping into a flat, distant tone that carried a sudden, chilling chill. She picked up her crystal glass, swirling the amber liquid inside with a slow, hypnotic rhythm before draining it completely. "Do you honestly think you are the first woman to try and trap a Hudson man with a crisis?" Jane stared out over the dark, sweeping expanse of the manicured gardens, her aristocratic features hardening into a mask of pure, unadulterated bitterness.

JANE I heard the words leave my mouth before I could stop them. "It's only fair to end this with a little bit of crass, is it not?" His eyebrows went up. Interest flickered across his face. I stood, tucking the bills into my purse with deliberate slowness. Five hundred dollars. That was textbooks and maybe even groceries that weren't ramen. My hands weren't shaking anymore. I was Jailbird now. Fully Jailbird. Jane Puckett was locked away somewhere safe.

Instead he said, “What are you reading?” She looked up this time. “Why?” she asked. “You’ve read it before,” he said. “The spine is worn.” She glanced down at the book, thumb brushing the edge like she hadn’t noticed that herself. “Persuasion,” she said. “Jane Austen.” He nodded. “Yeah, the one where they almost lose each other.” “You’ve read it?” “My sister did,” he said. “She used to leave it on the kitchen table, I read the first half by accident over about six months of breakfasts.”

the Alpha says, pointing to a map on the wall. “Do you really think you’re going to do this without me,” I hear, and turn to see the female I know as Jane. Only now she’s in a proper dress, even wearing shoes. She looks very young though I know she’s got many decades of wisdom. Decades of anger and revenge brewing beneath her surface. “Jane, you’ve only just woken up, your body needs time--” Frederick tries to say, reaching for her hand.

S. And why does Jane have a coat with someone else’s initials on it... initials that aren’t hers?

Pearl jested. Erik smiled. "I have no shame showing off a gorgeous woman like you on my arm." He looked into her eyes. "Are you sure you're alright." He asked. "No. But I will be. That's one thing you can be sure of. I'll always be ok." She said. "Ok isn't good enough. I want you to be happy. Incandescently happy." He said. Pearl smiled. "Jane Austen. Pride and Prejudice." Pearl said.

Jane said, opening a cabinet to reveal a small fridge containing some champagne, sparkling juice, and wines. “Champagne?” Jane offered and Antheia just nodded. She poured on their glasses and handed one to Antheia which she took a sip from. Jane emptied her glass in one shot, and then walked to the landline telephone, ringing the maid’s room. “Hello, please send the chief maid Tessa to the ladies’ chamber. Tell her to bring a robe for our guest.” Jane ordered and the other person on the line immediately complied. They sat on the couch, facing each other, a table in between them, and Jane sighed as she reminisced her sister’s suffering when her mate died and she was arranged to a man she did