Wuthering Heights Novels & Stories

Lady Russell felt obliged to oppose her dear Anne's known wishes. It would be too much to expect Sir Walter to descend into a small house in his own neighbourhood. Anne herself would have found the mortifications of it more than she foresaw, and to Sir Walter's feelings they must have been dreadful. And with regard to Anne's dislike of Bath, she considered it as a prejudice and mistake arising, first, from the circumstance of her having been three years at school there, after her mother's death; and secondly, from her happening to be not in perfectly good spirits the only winter which she had afterwards spent there with herself.

Destiny could not even give me a favor even just once. "I... I did nothing..." I said. I did not get what he means. Mother should have stayed with him if I did not get off the womb? What does he mean? He is making me beyond confuse! I was just an innocent girl since then, and until now. Why are they blaming me everything that I did not even do? Blaming me for a thing that I did not even notice that I did. What is happening to the world? The world is fucked up... "You are the reason of everything!" He held my chin and made me look up at him. As our eyes met, I immediately closed my eyes. His eyes were so scary. His eyes really symbolizes demon. The eyes of a close minded man and is not afraid

Victor's words echoed in her mind, a haunting reminder of the power he held, the storm he carried within him. And as she tried to bury herself in work, her thoughts betrayed her, circling back to Victor—his words, his lies, the way he looked at her as if he owned every breath she took. The storm outside may have passed, but the tempest within her raged on, a battle of love, desire, and the dark, unspoken secrets of Thornfield Hall.

He sat on the couch across from me, but closer than usual. “Here,” he said, holding it out. “Try this one. It’s a rare first edition of Wuthering Heights. Not many people have read the original printing.” I took the book carefully, my fingers brushing his. That familiar spark shot through me again. “Thank you. I’ve only read the modern version.” He leaned back on the couch, watching me. “The original hits different. Heathcliff’s obsession… the way he destroys everything because he can’t have what he wants. It’s brutal.”

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 turned to him with a small smile on my face, he always teased me about my height and ended up doing what I wanted to do. "I'm sorry," he looked at me. My smile fell, "Sorry for what.." A silver knife was plunged into my chest before I could even understand what was happening. I fell on the floor, trying to pull it out and get myself together so that my wolf, Lia would heal me but my strength was already drained and the silver had started poisoning my blood. I tried crawling away from him, he didn't move, he just kept staring at me, hoping to see me take my last breath.

Everything turns black. Fluttering of wings is the first sound her ears comprehend. She feels afraid for some reason, but doesn't remember why. Wind is whipping her hair around her face, but she can't see anything. Darkness is crowding her vision; she can't tell if her eyes are even open, because her mind can't focus. All she is sure of is that her body feels ice cold. So cold, her whole body goes numb. The only sensation her mind can process is a tingling working its way through her body. The only reason she is aware, is how it feels like scorching fire flowing through her. It traces its way around her heart, down to her toes, and back up to her heart, only to trace its way down her other l

Running and jumping joyously, they went to give their warmest 'welcome back' hug to their hardworking brother, turning his tiredness into an absolute bliss. The task of arranging the table is on the hands of the youngest sibling, Dorothea, or simply 'Thea'. A sweet and gentle girl who loves her oldest brother very much, being raised by him from infancy. Anne on the other hand, chose to just sit down lifelessly, internally complaining about the long walk (despite being used to it and being asked by no one to do so). Meanwhile, Tristan was out fetching some clean water from the drinking well.

It could be opened, so I did it and I saw a note saying ‘Once I will marry you! I started laughing quietly. I didn’t really remember it. I didn’t have a good memory, back then and I kept forgetting everything. Then I started reading a lot and I was interested in poetry as well. I liked learning them by heart. That’s what helped me stop forgetting things. I put the pendant on and took my book. I kept thinking about the pendant, but I stopped the minute, I sat on the couch near Linc. I started reading. It was the book Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë. It’s a chaotic novel. At first, all of the heroes seem great, but one of them becomes the most hated person. Wh

I rested my head against the corridor’s mahogany paneled wall outside the library, sinking into the sensation of being home. The sweet scent of honeysuckle wound through the open window out over the formal gardens that were kissed with the early morning’s light. How hadn’t I noticed just how beautiful it was? The House of Heights had been my grand inheritance, duty, and responsibility, but for a decade, it hadn’t felt like somewhere I knew or was safe. Yet after returning from my aunt’s and strengthening the wards against her, at