Pride Prejudice Jane Novels & Stories

She wove it carefully into her hair, securing an artful twist that suggested elegance without effort. The final item waited in tissue paper, modest yet precious beyond measure. Her well-worn copy of Pride and Prejudice bore the gentle scars of countless readings, its spine creased from years of seeking comfort in Austen’s wit. She had been clutching this very book the day she first encountered Henry Wynthorne properly, not merely as her parents’ friends’ son, but as a man whose laugh could illuminate an entire room. He had glanced at the cover with genuine curiosity, and she had treasured that moment of shared literary interest ever since. Perhaps tonight, she might finally find the courage

Pamela heard voices but could not tell who they belonged to nor what they said, however, she could tell it belonged to a male. “Dont tell me you let that scumbag into the house after everything? Jane, you are a woman of intense value and features You should know your worth, and people like Dave don’t deserve it” Jane could not help but smile. Yes, she knew her worth and now she is with a man befitting of her. “It's a delivery, don’t think too much”

She wore a long black dress and a long purple coat, for some reason Jane put an imaginary pointed witch's hat atop her curly hair. “We had better get away from here. Don’t want to make it too easy for them” she gave Jane a generous wink. Elizabeth stumbled in the snow, the personification of a pale overdressed porcelain doll. Creepy wide staring eyes. She had dark eyes and luscious blonde hair. She probably came from an entirely fair family but was the sole inheritor of brown eyes. She was wearing a red sweatshirt with some team emblem. She wore dark pants and a frilly plaid skirt, reminiscent of Jane's rebellious phase where she wore lots of black lace. She is so young Jane thought sadly lo

To earn the disdain of someone like that. Jane might have stepped on the wrong foot simply by breathing. A faint headache began to bloom behind her temples. Lowering her head slightly, she rubbed the side of it in a quiet, tired motion. Unfortunately, the maid missed nothing. Her gaze swept over Jane from root to tip, from the strands of her hair down to the speck of mud clinging to her shoes. The inspection was cold and deliberate, like a knife sliding along bone. Her expression made one thing painfully clear. To her, Jane was beneath notice.

"I could easily forgive his pride if he had not mortified mine." -Jane Austen. (Pride & Prejudice) Violet I woke up with a raging headache and doors slamming shut in the house. When I managed to sit up, I found I was nakèd under the blanket and there was a note with pills waiting for me to down with the glass of water. I picked up the note and read his words, “We need to talk.”

"I want to know everything about you." "Aiden—" She shivered as my lips found that sensitive spot behind her ear. "I can't—I'm trying not to think about—" "I know." I tightened my arms carefully around her. "So let me help you think about something else. Something good." She was quiet for a moment, then: "Pride and Prejudice. The original, not any of the retellings." "Why that one?" I pressed another kiss to her neck, feeling her pulse flutter beneath my lips.

she couldn’t help but wonder what it will look like walking down the aisle with a perfect man like Nathan . Who is Nathan? He is the world richest man! A man who could influence economic development! A man who is like a god! The hottest man who is every woman dream lover! The man standing at the top of the world! Every woman wants to climb Nathan’s bed but none has ever succeeded and she is not an exception . Jane was glad her father paved way for her, now she can become Mrs Robinson. Thinking of how her fellow women will be looking at her with an eye full of envy, her mood lifted up.

Her cousin, on the other hand, was also an heiress - both had big shares of stocks and both have been working diligently at the company. Later that night, she found herself waiting for her cousin, whom she had not seen for some time because both have busy schedules. Jane is going to marry her long-time fiance the following week which made her very busy. Unlike her cousin who was haughty and a spoiled brat, Jane grew up to be a very kind and sincere young woman. She had an ordinary face, a little bit chubby and of medium height. Her cousin, of course, is prettier and more attractive than her but her pure heart that radiated from inside made her look beautiful, though not physically seen.

I yelled out, more of a rebuke of his lasting presence in my head, than of the figure behind the door. Not long after his departing footsteps fell on the floor with a heavy thud, I heard an ecstatic voice downstairs. Since the maids were all gone. I could only make a guess…that blonde Lucifer. 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.

“This visit was unexpected, I know. I should respect you more and give you space to think of things, but this is who I am, Eve. For you, I’m impatient and selfish. Next time, let’s meet whenever and wherever you want. I’ll meet you there.” He put on his denim, unbuttoned. Exposing the upper part of his rippled chest. He fixed them on as he went out. *** Getting home, Jane wore a pink jumpsuit, resting her back on two giant pillows with her legs on the bed. She was reading ‘EVE’ by Rose George, which was her favourite book on W*****d. Alice had a navy blue culotte dress with her black hair held up in a loose bun. A worried look spread across her freckled face as she stared at Jane.