The story follows the main character Elizabeth Bennet as she deals with issues of manners, upbringing, morality, education, and marriage in the society of the landed gentry of early 19th-century England. Elizabeth is the second of five daughters of a country gentleman living near the fictional town of Meryton in Hertfordshire, near London.

If you were born as a Princess or Prince what whould you do? My name is Mae Roslyn. I'm known to be a social selective girl with purple hair but I live a double life, you see I'm also a princess but only my family and my country Guersny know that. My family and I moved to the U.S when I was 13, in order to live a peaceful life, even though life has been anything but peaceful. This is my story. Living a double life isn't easy.

Not every part of the world celebrates a cold Christmas - in the southern hemisphere things are hot and steamy. And this Christmas they could end up being hotter and more steamy than reclusive artist Megan ever expected. For Ronald John - Dementia is a biatch.

"Jane Eyre" follows the emotions and experiences of its eponymous character, including her growth to adulthood, and her love for Mr. Rochester, the byronic master of fictitious Thornfield Hall.

I was forced into a marriage of my parent's choosing. Strapped down and saddled to a man who only cared about himself. I couldn't force myself out of the marriage because I had made a stupid move by signing a contract that I never knew about. Now here I was expected to pretend to be a very happy wife to one of Miami's ex-players or not so ex since he still was a player in our marriage. Confused and young Samantha never expected for her life to have a dramatic twist when her parents told her one night that she was to marry Devin Maker, a young infamous businessman. But what happens when two young adults are thrown into a marriage along with drama on each side. Will the pot sizzle with drama as events from their past become part of their present lives? #1 ChickLit 7/28/15 Disclaimer~ There are many grammar issues in the story that I have yet to fix. If that bothers you then I advise you to wait until I edit the chapters. If that is not a problem with you at all then happy reading. I will also be rewriting each chapter slowly.

(The Triumvirate Histories Book Four) What does the world think when a girl who'd been dead for three months turns up at the site of a huge CIA raid, which ended up with an explosion and four deaths? That she might have been in a stickier situation before than they'd known. What did they think would happen when she had a major panic attack after she realized that everything about her was gone, locked away in her mind? Well, obviously what did happen...or else they wouldn't have been prepared to knock her out again with morphine. And just who would that girl be? Me, Emmy Alexander...at least, that's who they told me I was. You know the stories of people with amnesia after a traumatic accident. They don't remember weeks, months, or maybe even a few years of their lives. I'd call them lucky, because they at least had a foundation to build on. Me? I couldn't remember a thing when I'd woken up after they'd knocked me out after my panic attack. I couldn't remember me, my family, my best friend, how I'd gotten the burns and cuts that now marred my body... I couldn't remember whose green eyes haunted my dreams every single night. My therapist said that my memories might come back in my dreams, when my subconscious mind was free to be revealed. And so far, she'd been right. Parts of my life were slowly coming back to me - my father's laugh, my mother's smile, my brother Jason's and best friend Drake's annoying overprotectiveness. But there were others that I couldn't explain - a tale of secret societies, puzzle keys, bronze boxes, and break-ins to museums and government buildings around the world. It wasn't until I saw those eyes on a man, who seemed so familiar that it made my heart ache, from across a gallery in the Louvre. A man who introduced himself as John Raymond. And it didn't take me very long to realize that maybe, just maybe, he was the key to everything.