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The only book I owned, my worn copy of Jane Eyre, clattered to the floor. "Listen to me, you ungrateful nothing," she hissed. "I have fed you, clothed you, and kept a roof over your useless head for twenty-two years. You hide in here reading stupid novels while the rest of us live in the real world. You were always the useless twin; now you finally have a chance to be worth something. Don't you dare ruin it." I pressed my palm to my burning cheek, numbness spreading through my limbs as the edges of the room blurred. I went quiet. I'd learned years ago that crying only made her crueler.

Jane's voice dripped with disdain as she whispered to Janella, "Can you believe her audacity? Taking time to think about it? She should be grateful for this chance we're offering her." After dinner, Evelyn retreated to her room, seeking solace and a moment of respite from the suffocating atmosphere. Jane and Janella, however, lingered in the hallway, their voices lowered but still audible through the thin walls. Jane's voice dripped with disdain as she whispered to Janella, "Can you believe her audacity? Taking time to think about it? She should be grateful for this chance we're offering her." Janella chuckled, a malicious edge to her tone. "Grateful? She should be on her knees thanking us.

He smirked. "Oh shut up! The First-aid kit is upstairs,that's why!" "Hummm.." He was making pup's eyes and smiling. I washed my hand carefully and he helped me to get upstairs, in mom's office. Dylan was wandering over to the bookshelfs,taking some books,one by one,and reading the title out loud .While i was at another corner of the room. "Humm..Sense and..sen-si-bi-li-ty.. by Ja-ne..oh well..Jane Austen. Who's this?"

I kept replaying the audio to make sense of what she was saying. I unlocked the front door and rushed in, darting my eyes all over, waiting for Anny or anyone else to pop out of somewhere. Nothing. I stopped in the middle of my living room, shut my eyes, and inhaled deep breaths. Panicking wouldn’t help me one bit, so I calmed my nerves, brought my phone back to my ear, and replayed it. That was when I started hearing her words amidst shuffling and crackling. My heart took a dive when I heard the name 'Jane' and 'bleeding'.

she said, sitting down in one of the chairs opposite his desk. His dark gaze shifted toward Alex and then up to Kerry. "I see you brought friends." Jane looked over her shoulder and put her hand out for the book. Reluctantly, Kerry handed it to her. "This is my boyfriend, Alex, and his cousin, Kerry." Professor Smiths looked down at the book and both brows lifted toward his hairline. "Where did you get this?" he asked, running his fingertips over the leather-bound cover. Jane cleared her throat. "We found it in some stuff from a relative's house. It's in Latin. Can you read it?"

She could feel the bile rise in her throat, her head spinning with each turn. One...two...three... She couldn’t hold it anymore. Jane emptied the contents of her stomach, puking on someone’s gown. As she lifted her head, the Queen was glaring at her. *** Facebook: The Scripturient (Join “San_2045 squad”, a private group on Facebook to be the first one to know everything!) Instagram: San_2045

Noah P.O.V. “Just leave me alone Noah, I don’t want you in my life I made that clear by rejecting you in the first place. You wanted a second change and I gave you one. But I could feel the joy and pleasure you had while you were fucking her, while I was in pain and having a miscarriage. How could you?” Jane yells like her life depends on it. After all this time it still came back to this.

In the silence of the coffee shop, the laptop’s speaker crackled to life, and a voice she’d never heard before — soft, low, and impossibly familiar — spoke one sentence, clear and cold as ice: “She left me unfinished.”

Aubrey looked at me wanting to ask who this person was, but I didn't really know who she was, so I could only reply with a smile of goodwill. “I know you came here to inquire about Ancanta's death, so I have been here waiting for your arrival. Call me Jane. Follow me, let's go into the library that year." Although I knew that Aubrey and I were very confused, the nun Jane continued to walk, I felt a little strange but also hurried to follow in her footsteps. Mrs. Jane went to the library and entered, as fast as the wind, I did not see her. If it weren't for her to be an eighty-year-old woman, no one would have believed that at that age she could be so healthy.

It looked almost ordinary, which somehow made it more unsettling. Jane leaned closer immediately, curiosity winning over caution like it always did with her. She released my hand and carefully lifted the book off my chest, settling it between her palms like it might bite if mishandled. “It is English,” she said after a quick scan. Then her brows pulled together. “But… this is strange.” Sammy shifted beside the bed, impatience tightening his shoulders. “Does it even matter who wrote it. Just read the bloody content.” Jane shot him a look but did not argue. She cleared her throat and started reading from the beginning, her voice steady, analytical, stripping emotion away as if that would make