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"Jane Eyre is a novel by English writer Charlotte Brontë on 16 October 1847. Jane Eyre follows the experiences of its eponymous heroine, including her growth to adulthood and her love for Mr. Rochester, the brooding master of Thornfield Hall." -Wikipedia "Orphaned as a child, Jane has felt an outcast her whole young life. Her courage is tested once again when she arrives at Thornfield Hall, where she has been hired by the brooding, proud Edward Rochester to care for his ward Adèle. Jane finds herself drawn to his troubled yet kind spirit. She falls in love. Hard. But there is a terrifying secret inside the gloomy, forbidding Thornfield Hall. Is Rochester hiding from Jane? Will Jane be left heartbroken and exiled once again?" -Goodreads More readable version of "Jane Eyre: An Autobiography" from the Gutenberg library.

Is there's any chance that I fall in love again with another man? I met him while I was broke and doing the things called "revenge" to my ex. I'm one of the victim of that "Freaking Love" but when he came in to my life. I realized there's a hope, that this love will be longer through our hearts and minds.That I'll be in his arms. Just only in his arms.

****Copyrighted**** 'Tell me you don't feel it.' He whispered against my lips, and the trembling that had ceased at the feel of his lips against mine began again with renewed vigor. 'Tell me it's not what you want, and I'll go. You'll never have to see me again.' Swallowing, I looked up at the eyes that had entranced me from the start. I took in his every feature, slowly and deliberately. I thrilled at the feeling of his arms enfolding me, and I inhaled his familiar scent with a trembling breath. And then, then I did the most foolish thing imaginable: I flung my arms about his neck and kissed him with all that I had, almost losing myself in the safety and security I felt. But more than that, I ran. I took his moment of shock, the slight loosing of his arms about me, and tore myself away from him, shoving out the door and into the rain. I suppose I'll never know why he didn't follow me. It was the thing I feared most. I knew that if he came for me a second time, I wouldn't be able to say 'no'. I wouldn't be able to run. But I had to. I had to go. I couldn't let him be hurt because of me. He would live on now, and I would marry another. I had leased my last bit of passion in that one moment in his arms, and as I made my way through the dark streets, I felt myself become dull and lost like the creatures bound in the menagerie. **Much of this was written when I was younger and then I came back later and finished it. There will likely be mistakes. Lots of them.

The Vallen are a race of extraordinary humans, marked with tattooed forearms and incredible gifts. Though hated by humans, they have lived in relative peace with them for the last fifty years. Eira never knew she was one of them, until one day her forearm is marked with a fresh tattoo and her life is changed forever. She is thrown into a world she knows nothing about and soon finds out that she will play a key part in the future of the Vallen. **IMPORTANT NOTES:** * This story is my own and not a fanfiction * * This is book one in what I hope to make into a Wattpad exclusive series * * There is a love plotline in this but excuse me while I set it up*