Pride Prejudice Jane Novels & Stories

She sighed of the thought. 5. Jane looked at herself in the mirror and closely examined herself. A lot of people think I'm pretty, am I really? But why has she not able to get a suitable mate. She thought as she examind herself in the mirror. Jane was tall, petit woman with small waist and quite a gifted breast and hips. Although her nose is small it was quite long and complement her hear shape face, almond eyes and red lips.

Kelvin knew about girls pride and he knew that is what is holding Jane back from him. "that was close " Jane said to herself when she got to the college football pitch. She was breathing heavily up till now. She wished she had played along but she can't because she had the real se feelings for him but something is holding her back. The issue of the kiss is really eating her up and she wished to kissed him again when he said it. No I can't let him have me so cheeply I can't, she said to heself. The pride of every young girl. But, now she smiled and wished she had not let that pride come in. She wished she said I love you too. Oh God. She wished she had and burst into tears.

He laughed arrogantly as he spoke, but the moment he saw Jaclyn kneeling on the floor, he suddenly fell silent. He instantly sensed something was wrong. At the same time, Jaclyn slowly looked up at him, her eyes bloodshot, as if she were staring at an enemy. Rupert stammered, "Ms. Prescott, w-what's the matter? Even if Mr. Shaw's mother died, you don't need to kneel on the ground like this. A country bumpkin like her doesn't deserve you doing that." But the moment he finished speaking, Jaclyn suddenly scrambled to her feet and slapped him with all her strength, practically spitting the words through gritted teeth.

The older woman’s touch was reverent, almost maternal, as if she were searching for a daughter she’d lost. A surge of visceral disgust rose in Jane's throat. She was the pride of the Yoris bloodline, the pampered princess of Zurich's elite. The idea that someone like Elaine could look at her with such longing was an insult. She was convinced Elaine was simply projecting her failed relationship with Ivy onto a "better" model. Jane lunged forward and snatched the silver-framed photo from Elaine’s hand. Elaine started, blinking as if waking from a trance. She didn't snap back; instead, she began to shrink, offering a flurry of apologies. "Forgive me, Elder Yoris. I just thought you looked so...

She looks around at the unfamiliar surrounding. The walls were painted in white and gold, the bed she was sitting on was big with satin bed sheets. The wall above was adorned by a beautiful chandelier. She felt like she was in paradise. Her eyes traveled around the room till they set on the woman sitting on the chair beside her with a book in her hand. Pride and prejudice was the title of the book. In her perspective the woman was gorgeous and screamed of royalty. From her hair pin, to her jewelry and to her dress.

Junior finally decided to resign on his job after his dad agreed to give him a weekly allowance. He didn't resign because he's tired, he did it on purpose to have more time on discovering about what Eliza has been up to at Cambridge before they met each other. Eliza once mentioned to him that Mr. Hugh Darcy his father's second cousin is the one who helped her when she was still new at Cambridge so Junior decided to meet him at his main office in the club he runs at Cambridge

It would have been worth it. But I decided to be smart about it. Instead of causing a scene, I left and waited for her at her apartment. I passed the time flipping through "Pride and Prejudice" by Jane Austen—one of the many romantic classics stacked on her shelf. I had read it before, but tonight, the words barely registered as my mind kept circling back to her, laughing with him like he had not almost ruined her life. My grip tightened around the book, my jaw clenching as seconds stretched into minutes.

My eyes kept finding her- she appeared so fucking invested in what the professor was going on about. "Mr. Hale," Mrs. Middleton's voice snapped me out of my thoughts, and the way I immediately looked up, eyebrow raised in question. "Would you care to summarize Chapter One of Pride and Prejudice for us?" Well, shit. I leaned back in my chair, fully aware of the attention now on me. This wasn't exactly the kind of thing I could fake my way through, but I had a reputation to uphold.

She ordered her drink and waited near the end of the counter. Her phone was back in her hand. She looked up. Jane was at a table near the window. Alone. Coffee in front of her. Coat still on like she had just arrived or was about to leave. She was looking directly at Priya and she was smiling. Not warmly. Priya's heart skipped,she didn't expect her to be here. Last thing she wanted was a conversation with the devil. Jane held her gaze. Neither of them moved. She picked up her coffee.

She continuously shifts it around, nervous as Max's gaze is now on her. "Max, have you ever read the book?" Jessica glances at him momentarily, scrutinizing his visage. "Of course he hasn't. He—" Max cuts Maryanne off abruptly, "Actually, I have. I find Lizzie's prejudice against Darcy interesting. She treats him harshly because of his wealth and seemingly obvious pride, but she does not realize that he is not as spoiled and rude as he may first appear. It's a lesson we can all use in our lives," he said with a pointed glance towards Maryanne."