Wuthering Heights Novels & Stories

Halsey’s heart is thumping hard. She keeps on peeking at Nathan who’s sitting three seats away from her. Her mind is barely on the lecture as she tries to catch his eye but he ignores her completely. “Halsey!” She’s startled when the teacher calls her name. Nathan pointedly doesn’t look at her but keeps his gaze on the teacher. “Y-Yes sir!” Halsey squeaks and stands up. “Tell me what do the moors in Wuthering Heights represent?” the teacher asks.

I put the twist at the very end because I doubt Conner will read the whole outline. The last, is my version of Wuthering Heights, by Emily Bronte. The original version is a lot like my life. I was separated from Tim, my only childhood friend, and I have been bullied and abused ever since. In my new version, The Descent, I won't have a childhood friend, but an enemy, in Conner. It will end with me slaying my inner demons and Conner, too. I am pleased with my creativity on them all because they allow me some revenge against him, which I hopefully won't be punished for. The question is, which one will Conner choose. “Conner, I finished the outlines.”

“Good morning class. As you are all climbing higher academically, this year we’re reading something a little bit harder.” Figures. “The literature for this year is Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë. We will read, analyze and review the book.” she started giving out copies of a yellow book. I collected my copy and flipped through it, tuning her out. After five more classes, the bell rang for lunch The only sign I’d been in a class for four hours was the numbing pain in my butt from those hard wooden chairs and my growling stomach. We all lined up to collect our lunch and Andi and Indy were in front of me.

"You put yourself in this situation." Lila thought back on her least favourite story, from when she was nine. Wuthering Heights, she declared to herself mentally, was an affront to all literature and the education system, considering she was prescribed it at school when she was nine. Resisting the urge to puff her cheeks up and pout, she busied herself by gritting her teeth and biting the inside of her lip instead at the memories of the nightmares she got after reading how a man was dragged through a window by a ghost, and the almost grizzly murder of the innocent maid Zinnia by the stingy, evil landlord's dogs. She didn't care for his tragic backstory in the

The walls being light colored didn’t surprise me more than the mountains upon mountains of books he has sitting on bookshelves surrounding the room. I walk around the room running my hands over all the different titles and authors. Jane Austen, Charles Dickens, Mark Twain, H.G Wells, and so much more. Wuthering Heights, a first edition version sat in a case in between the shelves by a set of double doors to what looks like a balcony. It stuck out to me more than any of the other titles because it surprises me more than anything that he would read a book such as that. I try to picture in my head him sitting in a chair with glasses, all relaxed and snuggled up r

POV: Iris (formerly Silver) I woke to the scent of pine and damp earth, a strange heaviness in my chest that wasn’t fear—it was unfamiliarity. My eyes blinked open to sunlight spilling across a small, rustic room, walls lined with books and faint traces of herbs. My hands… they weren’t my hands. They were strong, lean, calloused in ways I had never known, yet delicate in motion.

Heaven said painfully to her as she struggles to keep taking the pain. "You are hurting Heaven!!......." Juliana yelled at her but Heaven being stubborn refused. They both kept struggling with how to take control of the situation, they were both getting the pain now. The more they battle the more the silver burns their skins causing them to cry out in agony with the long-chain piercing their flesh due to the whipping.

She was no longer just a wife; she was a woman on the verge of a new life, a life she would build on her own terms. Meanwhile, Dante's life had become a stark and solitary journey of self-reflection. His apartment, once a symbol of his success, was now a quiet, empty space where he did the hard, painful work of change. He had started therapy with Dr. Elias, a man whose quiet wisdom was a stark contrast to his own past bravado. He faced his demons head-on, unearthing the roots of his anger and pride, the deep-seated insecurities that had fueled his need for control.

I saw that she was still typing, but I had already hit send for my reply. To: Tasha Veda or your ex From: Tasha Veda that's why you won't pursue him again oh bitch well, you won't pursue my exes either stupid, but we are strong women here we don't need a man for pleasure ಠ_ಠ I chuckled. To: Tasha Veda my head's throbbing from this conversation, pls let's stop talking about it what matters is that I chose not to go home with him today When Tasha finished reading what I had sent, she immediately turned to me with an unpainted face. He seemed surprised, confused, and disapproving. In fact, she is grimacing.