Review Of The Book Pride And Prejudice Mga Nobela at Kwento

I ordered, then headed back to the bed. “You don’t have a preference?” she asked, sniffling back. “No,” I curtly replied. She walked over to the bookshelves, looking around, but kept glancing at me. I checked the time, and I had only two fucking hours before I needed to be up again. I’m going to be fucking selfish for once. She picked up a book, then walked back to her cushion and sat down. In her hands, holding Pride and Prejudice. I almost roll my eyes when she opens the first page. I’m drawn to what she’s reading.

Sometimes she would even bring Adonis outside. Today she sat on one of the wooden chairs reading Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen which had caught her attention when she entered into Adryan's own personal library, growing up Jade had heard many people talk about the book, but being blind she didn't ever get the chance to read it until now. Adonis was sitting on the blanket Jade had spread out for him, his toys seemingly more interesting than anything. - Adryan closed the door to his office, he inhaled and tried to catch the scent of strawberries, and he was successful when he found the lingering scent of strawberries coming from his right, following the scent he came across the outdoor bal

I’m curled up on the couch, the soft glow of the TV casting lights across the living room. *Pride and Prejudice* played out before me. While watching it I couldn't help but feel a strange pull in my chest as I watched Elizabeth Bennet. She was so real. Plain, humble, sharp-tongued, and unapologetically herself. I saw so much of me in her—or maybe I just want to. But then there’s Mr. Darcy, standing there with all his wealth, his pride, his quiet intensity. And my mind drifts to Rami.

“No, not really. How can I doubt the person that made Max Howards become a better person? Though to be honest, I’d prefer him when he was still aggressive and competitive. Because right now, it became easy to replace him.” I think I know where this is going. Looks like I am gonna be dealing with my fiance’s nemesis as well. But I should be careful. “Looks like you are not here to help me with my engagement party but rather judge me and my fiance’s bad record of behaviors. Though I admire your guts knowing the fact I am way ahead of you now. The audacity is unbelievable because most of them these days don’t want to be on my bad side. They rather show me their good angle.” This was my last att

After taking a quick shower, I changed into comfortable clothes and start studying for my promotion. I study right now but I didn't read a single word. My mind is fill with Siddharth's thoughts. My books are opened on my lap and I was lost in Siddharth's world. I don't know why he said yes to me. I mean he borne in USA, he looks like a Greek god. He is smart, intelligent, and has a good personality, any girl can fall for his charisma. I don't know why he choosed me, a simple girl who had not good grades in school , less confident, don't have so many friends and also I belongs to a middle class family and he is rich, super rich. He could choose any girl over me who had a super personality and

“Did you tell Lydia about it?” “She saw the whole meeting between the two of them,” I told her. “I think she thinks the same thing about Mr. Darcy that I do.” Jane frowned. "I don't know. I'll ask Charles about it. Every story has two sides, and I want to make sure we know them both. It's only fair." “It doesn't really matter,” I told her, slipping on my shoes. They matched my sexy little black dress perfectly. “We already know he's an entitled, elitist ass.”

"I believe it has its own value. I've always had a passion for reading and writing." Grandma Ellie jumps in, eyes sparkling. "Oh, how wonderful! I love literature. Do you have a favorite author, dear?" I smile sincerely upon her excitement. "I'm quite fond of Jane Austen. Her insights into society and character are timeless." "Ah, a classic choice," Harold puts in, nodding appraisingly. "Pride and Prejudice is a masterpiece." Rebecca leans back in her chair, swirling her wine glass reflectively. "Personally, I find those stories a bit dull. All that talk of manners and marriage prospects. Don't you think, Pamela?"

Jessa POV I woke with the opening line of Jane Austen’s *Pride and Prejudice*, or rather, the wolf shifter version, rattling in my mind. It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single Alpha in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a mate. When I was younger, I had devoured all of Austen’s books and any other romance I could get my hands on. The stories in which the young, beautiful Omega found herself forcibly bonded with the striking, brooding Alpha were once my favorite. Now, I pitied all those poor women who found themselves in that situation.

“As long as you can keep all of your people alive, you don’t care how much you kill. It’s insignificant.” I just looked at him as he walked out of the room and probably left the base. A gust of air left my mouth. A killer. That’s a first for me. _________ Isabelle’s Point of View: The day fluttered into a moment as I sat on the couch reading my favorite book of all times: “Pride & Prejudice”. I have always loved this story, the end was so much happier than anything real life could offer.

Did she really think that just because her son married me, she could come take advantage of the Prescott family whenever she wanted? I could not take it anymore and slapped her hard across the face. "Tell me exactly what I have taken from you! What have my parents ever taken from you? All these years, my parents and I have never relied on the Prescott family for a single thing! Did you really need to guard against us like we were thieves?!" I growled, "Sure, the Prescott family is rich! But don't assume my parents and I are as petty as you! We don't take a single penny that doesn't belong to us!"