Wuthering Heights Goodreads Novels & Stories

--- I couldn’t bring myself to turn back. Part of me almost wanted to believe him. Back in my room, I scoured through my old copy of *Wuthering Heights,* hoping to find some distraction. It didn’t work. My gaze drifted to the door and the hallway beyond it, wondering if this was far from over. I curled up on the bed, clutching the book as if it could shield me from what lay ahead. Outside, the wind picked up, and a distant rumble of thunder rolled in. A storm was on the way.

“Erm...It ...The title is Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte ...Here, You can have it “She said giving it to him. He collected it and observed it. “Must be interesting, Can you lend me when you are done reading it ?” “Sure ...you can take it now...I will read it later “she said immediately. “Oh finish reading it. I will collect it when you are done okay “He smiled and stood up to leave. He turned to look at her. “Anyways can I have your digits?”He said and flora mentally slapped herself to be sure she is not dreaming. She was about to say something when the homeroom teacher, Miss Doris entered the classroom.

She did not say anything about plastic surgery in her file, she could have done it illegally, so I don't trust her. As soon as she straightened up, I looked down at my book, Wuthering Heights, by Emily Brontë, and resumed my reading as if I hadn't left it. I fell back into the story until the scent of her mixed with motor oil hit my nostrils. "What are you reading?" he asked me, sitting next to me closer than usual. She always did that, she would come up to me, she would walk around me and I can give credit for his discretion. The guys didn't even notice their interest in me. But obviously I do and I must admit that I followed the game. I don't know what it produces in my organs, but my memb

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Safe. Anthony wandered toward the fiction section while Lila ran her fingers along a row of spines. She paused at a worn copy of Wuthering Heights, flipping it open to a passage she’d underlined in her own copy at home. Something about passion and destruction and longing that refused to fade. “You’d make a good Catherine,” Anthony said behind her, his voice thoughtful. “But less tragic. I’d never leave you on a moor.” She turned, laughing. “That’s a weirdly romantic thing to say.”

I whimpered. “What is his name? Are you lying to me, Cherry? I thought you said you’d be better. Are you falling back so soon? It hasn’t even been a week. You have such weak resolve for these pathetic excuses of men that think they can make you happy.” My throat was dry, and I couldn’t form a response. He leaned down, covering more of my body. “Haven’t I done enough for you? Why can’t you choose a decent man?” I pulled the lollipop out of my mouth, letting it drop to the floor next to my feet. I finally found my voice. “You don’t know if this one is good. You’re judging him based on—”

The one thing that she turns to when she needs an escape from her reality at the moment. “You must have something.” Gabe prombts her. “An old, worn out copy of Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë that I keep in between my mattresses so that no one will find it and take it from me. Reading that book always brings me comfort.” And gives her hope. It makes her feel so much better to read it.

“Forest therapy.” “Exactly.” We sit quietly for a minute, sipping tea. The silence between us is different, companionable. Rhea’s shoulder bumps mine. “You know,” she says, “I once fell for a human.” My head tilts. “Really?” She nods. “When I was sixteen. He worked at a bookstore. Wore the worst plaid shirts and had a laugh like a dying goat. But he gave me this worn-out copy of Wuthering Heights with all his favorite lines underlined.”

“But if I fail this class, I’m blaming you.” “Deal,” he said, grabbing a pen from my desk. “Now, let’s make an outline.” Two hours later, my desk was covered in scribbles, arrows, and bullet points. Hayden sat cross-legged on my bed, flipping through Wuthering Heights like he was actually enjoying himself. “Okay,” he said, reading aloud, “‘I cannot live without my soul.’ That’s obsession in a nutshell.” I jotted it down, smiling despite myself. “Look at you, quoting Brontë like a pro.”

He squeezed mine comfortingly. Once we were steady in the air, I relaxed. The seatbelt sign went off, and I undid mine. I reached into my carry-on and pulled out my worn copy of Wuthering Heights. I'd read this book tons of times. I loved Heathcliff. He was my favorite character. "You're reading that book again?" Jarren asked. "Yes. I like it. What else did you expect me to do?" "I don't know. Maybe talk to your boyfriend," he said, smiling.