Causing immediate excitement among Mrs. Bennet and her five daughters, Mr. Bingley, a wealthy young gentleman, has rented a nearby country estate, Netherfield. He arrives in town accompanied by his fashionable sister and his good friend, Mr. Darcy. While Bingley is well-received in the community, Darcy begins his acquaintance with smug condescension and proud distaste for all the “country” people. Bingley and Jane Bennet begin to grow close despite Mrs. Bennet’s embarrassing interference and the opposition of Bingley’s sister, who considers Jane socially inferior. Elizabeth is stung by Darcy’s haughty rejection of her at a local dance and decides to match his coldness with her own wit.

Elizabeth begins a friendship with Mr. Wickham, a militia officer who has a history with Darcy. Wickham claims that Darcy seriously mistreated him. Elizabeth immediately seizes upon this information as another reason to hate Darcy. Ironically, but unbeknownst to her, Darcy finds himself gradually drawn to Elizabeth.
Just as Bingley appears to be on the point of proposing marriage to Jane, he moves away from Netherfield, leaving Jane confused and upset. Elizabeth is convinced that Bingley’s sister has conspired with Darcy to separate Jane and Bingley.

Mr. Collins, a distant relative of the Bennets, makes an unexpected visit. He is a recently ordained clergyman employed by the wealthy Lady Catherine de Bourgh. On his way to visit his patron, Collins makes a visit, intending to find a wife from among the Bennet sisters. At first, he pursues Jane; however, when Mrs. Bennet mentions she is involved with Mr. Bingley, he turns to Elizabeth. He soon proposes marriage to Elizabeth, who refuses him, much to her mother’s distress. Collins quickly recovers and proposes to Elizabeth’s close friend, Charlotte Lucas, who immediately accepts him. Their marriage takes place soon after.

In the spring, Elizabeth joins Charlotte and Mr. Collins at his parish in Kent. The parish is adjacent to Rosings Park, the grand manor of Mr. Darcy’s aunt, Lady Catherine de Bourgh, where Elizabeth is frequently invited. While calling on Lady Catherine, Mr. Darcy encounters Elizabeth. She discovers from Darcy’s cousin that it was he who separated Bingley and Jane, as she suspected. Soon after, Darcy admits his love of Elizabeth and proposes to her. Elizabeth refuses him. When he asks why she should refuse him, she confronts him with his sabotage of Bingley’s relationship with Jane and his history with Wickham. Darcy responds with a long letter justifying his actions.

Thus, everything is set up to bring to conclusion the various love affairs—happily, or perhaps unhappily. Whatever the various resolutions, Darcy, Bingley, Jane, Elizabeth, as well as others, will need to overcome their pride and prejudices if they are to find love in the midst of these uncertain and complex relationships.

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Pride and prejudice karya jane austen

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This an adaptation of Austen's most famous novel, the unforgettable story of Elizabeth Bennet and Darcy. Set in a fantasy world of dungeons and magical power.
Few have failed to be charmed by the witty and independent spirit of Elizabeth Bennet in classic Pride and Prejudice. Now, this new twist on the tale gives a fantasy tone to the story.
This is the first part of the adaptation of the book. It is set in the Dawn of Adventure: The Dungeon Master's Quests: Journey into Glory (A LitRPG Series).

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Adreyn Baines
Before leaving school, I still had one more thing to do. I had to return a school library book on Greek Mythology. Entering the library, I heard a loud thud in the Romance section. I rushed over there to find Ms. Mary-Ann the librarian covered in Romance books.
"Are you okay, Ms. Mary-Ann?" I asked.
"I'm fine," she said as I took Wuthering Heights off her white dress shirt.
"What did you do this time?" I asked her.
Ms. Mary Ann picked up a copy of Tristan and Isolde and explained she was trying to reshelve it. She had gotten a ladder and tried placing it on the shelf. However, she leaned the wrong way and fell on her back.
"So what are you here for?" she asked.
"I'm here to return The Fall of Bellerophon by Euripides," I said.
"Done already?" Ms. Mary Ann pondered.
"Yeah," I said.
"What was your favorite part?" she asked.
It was a no brainer! The story of Bellerophon was the story of a naive man who becomes King of Lycia by defeating a monster called a Chimera on a Pegasus. He quickly becomes corrupt and constantly hurts his people. The thing that destroys him is his own pride. He tries to fly to Olympus to be a god and gets struck down by Zeus.
The ending was the best part. He survives the fall only to walk around blinded till the end of his days. I told Ms. Mary-Ann that and she smiled. It was a worried smile though.
"Aderyn," she asked, "Have you thought about running for student council?"
"I would," I responded, "However, I don't want to be indebted to Jason and his dad, the principal."
"With that comment," Ms.Mary-Ann said with her hands on her hips, "I know what book to recommend you next."
She crossed over to the other shelf and handed me Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen. I started to stare at the appalling work. Ms. Mary-Ann knew I hated the romance genre. Problems couldn't be solved with love and force was the actual answer to these kinds of things.
"No thank you," I told her "I'll just find a new book online."
"Suit yourself" she shrugged.
As I walked home, I thought about how terrible Jason had been. At least tomorrow would be the weekend. Plenty of time to plan new anti-Jason strategies...

Interrupted by the sound of Ben's voice, Payton and J.D. looked over and saw him standing in his doorway.
"Shall we?" Ben gestured for them to join him in his office.
J.D. caught Payton's eye as they headed inside, seeming to find Ben's interruption as inconvenient as she. They had barely taken their seats in front of the desk when Ben got right down to business.
"So I got a call from Jasper this morning," he began. "Apparently they've had a little shake-up in the Gibson's legal department. He fired the general counsel—probably a smart move since the guy obviously didn't do a very good job of preventing this mess they're in. The new GC started on Monday and, not surprisingly, is eager to meet with some of the people at our firm who will be working on the case. Jasper specifically asked whether either—or both—of you might possibly be free to fly down tomorrow for a meet and greet with him and the new general counsel. He acknowledged that this was short notice, but said he thought that since tomorrow is Friday, there was a chance the two of you might be free in the evening from your other work commitments."
Ben cleared his throat. "Obviously, Jasper isn't aware of the situation here, that one of you will not be continuing on in this matter. And I think it's best that he not be made aware of that fact until the partnership decision has been announced." Leaning back in his chair, he sighed melodramatically. "Given the circumstances, I find it a little awkward to ask you two to do this. Although, with the decision being this close—"
"I'll go," J.D. said.
Ben stopped and looked over. He appeared pleased by the definitiveness with which J.D. had responded. "Good." He nodded his approval, then turned. "What do you say, Payton?"
She could feel J.D.'s eyes on her as she answered.
"I'll go, too."
Ben smiled. "Great. I'll call Jasper and let him know to expect you both." He glanced over at J.D. "You get there early enough, Jameson, you might even be able to squeeze in a round. Palm Beach has some great courses. I think the last time I was there was over three years ago. We went in May and it was nearly ninety degrees. And humid as all hell." He pointed. "You two better prepare yourselves. It's going to be a hot and steamy trip."
It took every ounce of Payton's strength not to react to that.

THE FLIGHT ATTENDANT set Payton's meal down in front of her.
"And one vegetarian entree for you," she said efficiently before turning to serve lunch to the passengers across the aisle.
Seated next to Payton, J.D. didn't even bother to look up from his Wall Street Journal.
"Vegetarian? Now there's a surprise."
"About as surprising as you turning first to the financial section of the paper."
J.D. shrugged. "So? I have a few investments."
"I have investments. You have a portfolio," Payton emphasized.
J.D. felt the need to set the record straight. He put down his paper and turned in his seat to face her.
"Payton, I have to tell you something, and I know this is going to come as a shock, but it's better you hear it now." He leaned in consolingly. "You have money." He shook his head. What a shame.
Payton waved this off. "Please. You have money. I have a job that pays well. There's a difference."
"We make the same exact salary."
"But you have an extravagant lifestyle."
J.D. laughed at that. Did he now? Maybe in her eyes, he supposed. She was a walking contradiction and completely oblivious to that fact.
"You have five-hundred-dollar shoes," he pointed out.
"Not anymore."
J.D. cleared his throat. Probably best if they just moved on to another topic.
He watched as Payton picked at her sandwich, some sprouty/all-natural/no-taste concoction. Since they were flying business class, they had seats together, just the two of them. They could talk about anything and not be overheard, although so far Payton's conversation with him throughout the flight had consisted entirely of business-related talk and/or sass. Perhaps it was time to shake things up.
"So . . . you didn't say why you broke up with Chase."
"You're right, I didn't say."
"Are you avoiding the subject?"
Payton put her sandwich down and turned to face him. "Why don't we talk about you for a change?"
Realizing he really needed to refine his subject-changing skills, J.D. struck a nonchalant look. "What about me?"
"Well, you're thirty-two years old—"
"The same age as you."
"—and still single," she finished. "Aren't you supposed to be married by now to a Muffy or a Bitsy or some other society type with a brain as big as this pickle?"
J.D. peered over. "That's a pretty big pickle."
Payton smiled. "So? What gives?"
J.D. couldn't help but look as, while waiting for his answer, Payton crossed one high-heeled leg over the other, notably in his direction. Did she know the effect she had on him? He suspected she did. It was a little dance they did, the way they both conspicuously avoided talking about what had happened in her apartment the other night. He had a feeling that there was more behind her "innocent" questions regarding his love life than she wanted to let on. But he had no intention of cutting the game short. Not yet, anyway. Seeing that she still waited for his answer, J.D. shrugged. "I guess I've just been focused on things at work." He watched as Payton nodded. This she could understand.
Now that the subject of work had been raised, the conversation drifted onto a safer topic: their upcoming meeting with Jasper and his new general counsel. In appreciation of the fact that Payton and J.D. had agreed to fly down to Florida on such short notice, Jasper had suggested, for their convenience, that they meet for dinner at their hotel. J.D. could certainly think of worse places to spend a Friday evening than at the Ritz-Carlton, Palm Beach. Putting aside all partnership/career advancement issues, one of the main reasons he had so quickly agreed to the trip was because he knew Payton similarly would never pass up the opportunity.
Payton asked him what information, if any, he had been able to uncover about the lawyer Jasper had hired to be Gibson's new general counsel. J.D. reached into his briefcase for the file he had thrown together earlier that morning when he stopped at the office before heading off to the airport.
Strangely, he discovered something in his briefcase that he had not put there.
A book.
Confused—and with the momentary thought that he was going to be really f**king pissed if this was some sort of South Florida drug-mule scam that would land him in jail and cut into his posh Ritz-Carlton relaxation time—J.D. pulled out the book.
Pride and Prejudice.
It bore a Post-it note, unsigned, that read:
In case of an emergency. Trust me.
J.D. rolled his eyes. Oh, for crying out loud. He had told Tyler about the trip with Payton and his "helpful" friend must have slipped the book into his carry-on when he'd stepped out of his office.
Just as he was about to stuff the silly girly tome back into his briefcase, Payton glanced over.
"Oh, you brought a book? What are you reading?" She leaned over, saw the title, then peered up at J.D. with an expression of unmistakable surprise. "Pride and Prejudice? Wow. I wouldn't have guessed that was your kind of book."
J.D. immediately went on the defensive. "Come on, do you really think . . ." His words trailed off as Payton leaned back languidly in her seat with a dreamy, faraway look.
"Mr. Darcy . . ." She sighed wistfully. She distractedly put her pen in her mouth—J.D. noticed a little flush to her cheeks—and without even realizing it, she slowly slid the pen in and out between her lips.
In and out.
"Fitzwilliam Darcy and his ten thousand a year . . ." she said, still dreamy.
J.D. had no idea what she was talking about, but he couldn't help but stare. The pen. The lips. In and out.
In and out.
Tyler was a f**king genius.
With a blink, Payton came out of her reverie. Most unfortunately.
"Sorry. What were we talking about?" she asked, a little breathless.
Clearing his throat, J.D. held up the book. "Pride and Prejudice?"
Payton smiled fondly. "Yes. It's one of my favorites."
"I caught that. Gotta love that"—J.D. quickly stole a glance at the back cover—"Elizabeth Bennet."
This seemed to wake Payton up. "Well, of course," she said, not unlike Tyler, as if only a Neanderthal wouldn't be in the know. "Elizabeth Bennet is only one of the greatest literary heroines of all time."
J.D. could see she was beginning to get all riled up and lecture-y again. Not that he particularly minded. "Is that so?"
"Yes, that's so. She's clever, witty, bold, and independent. True, she can be a bit proud, some would say she's far too sassy for her time, and she's definitely judgmental, but still—that's why we love her."
J.D. cocked his head. "Well. I guess that settles that."
Payton grinned, a little embarrassed. "Sorry. I can get kind of carried away talking about that book." She paused, remembering. "Weren't you going to show me the information you pulled on Gibson's new general counsel?"
Back to business. J.D. handed Payton the file he had compiled and she began to read through it. But after a few minutes of working in silence, she cast a sideways glance in his direction.
"Still . . . it is kind of a wussy read for a guy, Jameson." With a sly half smile, she turned back to her reading.
J.D. didn't bother to dignify that with a response. But after a few minutes had passed, he subtly glanced over and watched Payton as she worked.
Proud and sassy, no doubt. And definitely judgmental.
But still.
PAYTON STOOD IN front of the closet in her underwear, scrutinizing her dress for wrinkles. She was relieved to see it had survived the plane trip relatively unscathed because (a) she had absolutely zero skill when it came to using an iron and (b) there wasn't time to iron anyway because she was supposed to meet J.D. in the hotel bar downstairs in five minutes.
This was business, she kept reminding herself. She and J.D. were here, at the luxurious Ritz-Carlton, Palm Beach, just steps from the white-sand beach and the cerulean blue water of the Atlantic Ocean, on business.
She had stayed in nice hotels before, of course. Plenty of them. One of the perks of working for a top-tier firm was that its lawyers were expected to stay—for image purposes—at top-tier hotels when traveling. It also wasn't the first time she'd traveled on business on a Friday evening, and it certainly wasn't the first time she'd traveled with a male coworker.
But.

Payton Kendall and J.D. Jameson are lawyers who know the meaning of objection. A feminist to the bone, Payton has fought hard to succeed in a profession dominated by men. Born wealthy, privileged, and cocky, J.D. has fought hard to ignore her. Face-to-face, they're perfectly civil. They have to be. For eight years they have kept a safe distance and tolerated each other as coworkers for one reason: to make partner at the firm.
...There are no rules.
But all bets are off when they're asked to join forces on a major case. Though apprehensive at first, they begin to appreciate each other's dedication to the law—and the sparks between them quickly turn into attraction. But the increasingly hot connection does not last long when they discover that only one of them will be named partner. Now it's an all-out war. And the battle between the sexes is bound to make these lawyers hot under the collar...

When you spend too much time inside your own head, you get to know yourself better. However, what you think and what you feel gains strength. This wouldn't normally be something to worry about. But for Liam, this was a life-or-death problem. He was a lonely guy, so to speak, which meant that he spent a lot of time inside his mind, thinking and questioning himself more than an eighteen-year-old guy normally would. His mom had always been sure that his brain was different; it was special. He had what scientists call eidetic memory. The ability to recall an image in a brief period of time by seeing it only once. In summary, he was scientifically unable to forget. And this was the problem.
            You're emotionally attached to your memories through feelings. The more you remember about something, the stronger is the emotional bond you get with that event. And for someone who could remember even my credit card number by just seeing it with the corner of his eye once, you already can imagine how his feelings toward past relationships were. 
            From the girl who first held his hand in kindergarten to the one who took his virginity. He was able of recalling every single moment with all of them. And every single breakup too. That's how he became a lonely guy. His phone only ringed for three single reasons. To wake him up, to notify him about the newest book in the library or when his best and only friend texted him. And even though you can think that having only one friend is sad, to Liam this was more than enough. Alina was what you could call a sunshine tornado. She brought happiness wherever she went and was always encouraging Liam to get out of his comfort zone, despite she didn't get the same treatment from him. But positivity from friends wasn't something Alina actually cared that much about. Not as much as Liam, to be honest.
            So, there he was, standing next to a bookshelf arranging novels from the thriller section. The own smell from the environment brought a feeling of ancientness with a bit of calm, similar to that mix between paper and dust. Held between his hands, there was an expensive collector's edition of 11/22/63 by Stephen King. It was wrapped by a thin plastic coverage that meant the book was new. Each of its 849 pages had been just printed and had never been touched by any human's hand. This sort of virginity was something Liam found attractive in a book. He had never seen that in a girl. It was something he desired. Someone whose first love was him. He caught himself thinking about something that childish when he realized it was almost time to close the store. It was Wednesday, so he had to stay late cleaning the second floor and placing all the new stock that had just arrived. 
            The store wasn't that big but still was big for a bookstore. The entrance had a door made out of wood with small glass windows that allowed the outsiders to look at what was inside until something caught their attention. A small bell ringed every single time a customer entered or exited the store. It was a sound that Liam found particularly annoying since it meant that he would have to leave whatever book he was reading to help his customer to find the latest manga that we all know was already leaked online for free.
On the first floor of it, you could find all kinds of pocketbooks, comics, manga, and even magazines. It was what Liam liked to call The Adds Floor. Several shelves, posters, and advertisements were placed here and there, along with the cash register, which Liam hated to manage when he had to, despite it was impressively easy to him —which probably was why he thought it was boring—. This is the floor that people like you and I would normally visit, looking for the newest novel of our favorite writer, or for the last volume of some comic that we like. However, it wasn't the floor Liam liked the most; both because it was very visited and its content wasn't really constructive to him. 
All the surface of the first and the second floor was covered by a dark grey carpet, which was soft enough to mitigate the sounds of nearby footsteps. Deep inside the first floor, on the right side of the store, were these almost unnoticeable snail stairs, made of black iron that, mixed with the darkness of the area and the mahogany of the walls, seemed to be hidden in purpose. Next to them, there was a small sign that claimed:
 
COLLECTOR'S EDITIONS UPSTAIRS
---->
 
            The second floor was Liam's sanctuary. Literally, nobody went there. The place was certainly nicer than the first floor. It was calm, silent —even for a bookstore— and had several seats and cozy couches where you could sit to enjoy your favorite books. White shelves with glass stands were the home of the most expensive novels from the store. A large balcony with a wood railing at the edge of it shined with the light that entered the room from the huge picture windows with a nice, gold, and gothic design on their border. When you first walked upstairs, your feet noticed a softer surface beneath them. The carpet from the second floor was less used, which was as soft as it used to be when it was new. On the left side, close to the railing, were three white leather poufs around a low glass table with several books over it —pocketbooks, obviously—. Deep inside it were thirteen shelves right next to the wood walls. Each of them full of hardcovered books organized by genre —apart from the classics, that were all on a gold shelve right in the middle—. One of those shelves hid the door to enter the employees' room —which was most of the time only visited by Liam since the rest of his coworkers didn't even know about its existence—. On the right side of the second floor, was a big circled glass table with 6 chairs around it. It was something that Liam liked to call Arthur's Table. Knights were never close to use it, though. It was something so expensive that just Liam had the owner's permission to study there after the store closed.
            In summary, it was nothing but a perfect and sacred literary space. Somewhere where you could read as much as you wanted because for sure you would never be bothered —or at least that's what Liam thought—. The only problem was that, to gain access to that floor —according to the rules that the old owner had established almost two decades ago— you had to buy at least one collector's edition of any book from their stock. The only condition was that it had to be a collector's edition; those were the most expensive books in the store, and clearly had fewer sales than the rest since just book maniacs or actual collectors bought them. This is why you can imagine how weird it was to see this smiley teenage girl with colorful clothes and curly pink hair walking upstairs.
            Alina wasn't exactly a book fan. However, her mother did was. She went there because she wanted a collector's edition of Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen as a present for her mother. It wasn't an expensive gift, to be honest. Paying 50 bucks for a hardcover collector's edition was a very good deal for anybody. However, Liam didn't quite like Alina's choice when he first met her on that second floor. But he was obliged —by contract— to agree with everything she said about the book since the moment she walked inside the store. 
            —I'm looking for the collector's edition of Pride and Prejudice.
            —I see… —he replied with a sigh— You can find it in the classics section. It's that gold shelf over there.
            —What's wrong? —she asked.
            —Nothing. What do you mean?
            —You sighed at me. Why?
            —Don't mind me, I just didn't think you actually were a fan of Jane Austen.
            —Are you even allowed to use sarcasm with a client about a book that's selling in the store where you work?
            —Oh sorry, that's not what I meant.
            —No, no. Don't worry! —she said, almost laughing��. It's not for me, anyway. You're honest, I like that. The book is actually for my mother's birthday. I would normally just stay on the first floor looking for romance books or manga.
            —I hope you didn't get a bad first impression of the second floor. I tend to be the only one here —he said while putting the new collector's edition inside a plastic bag for her—, you can pay for it on the first floor. And this card allows you to stay on this floor as much as you want without needing to buy another collector's edition.
            —Thank you! And don't worry. It's the first time I found someone of my age inside a place like this. I'll make sure I visit this floor more often. I'm Alina, by the way. 
            —Nice to meet you, Alina. I'm Liam —he said with a short smile upon his face, repeating that new mantra that he promised himself to think about whenever he forgot that he had to avoid catching even the slightest feeling.
            —Nice to meet you too, Liam. I hope to see you around soon again.

After being heartbroken more times than your fingers can count, Liam finally gives up and starts thinking about a way to avoid falling in love again. The only problem, his girl best-friend won't make it easy for him.

Trisha came to look for me. When we reached the entrance of the campus Avika and Riya were already waiting. We had a joyous and stress-free day outside. As we had some delicious snacks and lovely desserts it felt bliss to us. Since we ate distasteful food for so long our tongues were robbed of the taste buds.
After trying out various outfits Riya and Avika selected a few. 

It was 5 in the evening when we came back. Sun has yet to set. After resting for a few minutes I turned to ask Avi about hitting the gym as we had lots of desserts today and didn't go in the morning. But as I approached her she was in a deep sleep. I tucked her in the light blanket and she snuggled to it with a content smile. 

Smiling I wore my activewear and sports shoes. As Avika wasn't with me I decided to run. Attaching my earphones I began to run. Music blasted in and my mood uplifted. There were many people in the garden. Players practising their games, girls chatting around, couples sitting quietly gazing the horizon or exchanging sweet promises while the sun was going to set. I decided to sit quietly in some place after running two laps.

After 15 minutes I completed my workout and sat in a good place to admire the sunset. Looking at the serenity of the scene I thought of a few words, not that good but apt for my mood and scene.

"Everyday when a day ends
It feels so relaxing to me
Every emotion blends
Sometimes merry sometimes gloomy
Sunset is beautiful
As it marks that the day is finally ending"

I sat there thinking nothing. Just staring at the sunset and breathing deeply. Sort of meditation. Sun sat at last. Sky still contained few hues before turning all dark. Breathing for the last few times, it was the time to get up. 

"Hey, are you okay?"

I jumped in surprise with a sudden sound. I noticed it was Avika. I thought that if it would be a movie it was the perfect time when Mr.President shows up. These coincidences often happen between the lead actors. Not that I was thinking we were the main leads.

"Yeah, just enjoying my quality time. You woke up sleepy head?" I said.

She sat beside me. 
"I was looking for you and assumed you would be working out as you are not a morning person, next possible place was the library." She said.

"You know there is a thing called a mobile phone, dummy." I laughed flashing my phone towards her.

"Tch, I know that. Just my phone ran out of battery after our outing and I slept soon after I came." She said making some faces.

"Come on let's go, it's getting darker." I stood up and pulled her up with me.

Next few days flew very fast. I continued to follow my schedule dutifully. In Psychology, we were taught so many things that fascinated me. The working of our mind is truly a miracle. Today was the day we had to present our papers at the Literary Club. After lunch, Trisha and I went together. Today I reached earlier.
I had seen Mr.President from afar a few times. He was present most of the time in the library as he said earlier. Idiot Sourav didn't disturb me any further as the librarian was always there. She talked happily with me each time I issued books. I had seen him playing basketball in mornings when I get a chance to work out. 

We had settled down and Trisha told me about Korean-dramas she had watched. I used to watch Korean-dramas and Chinese dramas. Here however I don't get time at all. We talked happily until everybody came in. As we were 14 members everybody read their papers. When Mr.President started I was happy that he liked the book. Every book has got it's the charm. It ended pretty well and everybody got a glimpse of other's capabilities. 

We got to know that the drama is set on the novel Pride and Prejudice. It was a beautiful romance novel by author Jane Austen. It was one of my favourite classic books. It was the story in which Elizabeth overcomes her prejudice and Mr.Darcy does his pride and then both surrenders themselves in love. I was very excited about it. Normally I heard colleges play Romeo and Juliet as a drama but this is really great. I do want to see the casts and hopefully, their actions would be top-notch. I want to see the characters brought to life. Many of us have read the novel here and was a squeal of delight when we heard about it.

As we discussed we were told to meet the Drama Club. Trisha and I walked towards the drama club as we wanted to meet Avika and Riya. While Avika was a dancer, Riya was a singer. They both aren't going to participate in the drama but will be there during the meeting just to see the preparations. 
When we reached we started talking and joking with each other. 

"Manya?" I heard someone call. I turned and saw Mr.President calling me over while he was talking to two people there.

"See she is the one I told you about." Is he serious? No, I don't want to act at all. Maybe I would like to do some work but no acting. I admit I had done some acting in my high school days but this was too much.

"Please excuse us for a moment," I said to them and dragged him away. 

"Did I tell you to recommend to me?" I said.

"No, but on Saturday I asked, you didn't deny either." He said with an expression that seemed annoying to me.

"Please tell them I'm not going to participate in the drama." 

"Why?"

"Because it's MY decision," I growled 

"Okay, don't get mad. I didn't say anything I just told them how nicely you have written your assignment paper. I told them that you could assist me in screenwriting. If you want to act that's another story." He said, totally cool. So that's what he was talking about. Screenwriting is the thing I would enjoy but still,

"But still, you should have told me before you were planning to do so," I said

"I'm sorry," he said so sincerely that I felt guilty.

"I want to apologize too as I was too rash," I said biting my lips.

"So are we cool?" He asked softly.

"Yeah. Well, is the post of screenwriter's assistant is still open?" 

"No, someone took it." He said

"Who?" I asked

"Some girl named Manya Verma." We laughed. 

"Do you agree?" He asked.

I contemplated for a moment. Screenwriting would be good, it's my favourite novel and I don't have to do most of the work what more a lazy soul like me desires?
"Yup, I agree," I said

We walked back together and he told them about him being the screenwriter and me being the assistant.
I wanted Avika to try out the auditions but she is in dance which requires a lot of time and energy. As this fest programme's responsibility was Drama Club's they are already divided into several groups and at last very fewer people were left in performing actual drama part. 

As the fest was approaching at the end of mid- August we had time in our hands. Even though the script has to be ready early. Mr.President and I decided to work in the library the next few days as we shortened the entire drama into 30 minutes. 

Today since he called me over I hadn't gotten a chance to talk to my friends. I followed him everywhere. A few minutes later everybody started departing. I got a message from Riya saying they are returning to their practice and Trisha is accompanying them. I sighed and maybe the person beside me mistook it for boredom or tiredness because he flashed me an apologetic smile. He then quickly wrapped up the conversation and led me to the cafeteria.

He told me to order whatever I like, but this was college cafeteria and not a very good place to order 'whatever I like'. Anyway, I didn't want to eat my regular sandwich so I ordered some french fries after asking him if he would help me finish it and a cup of coffee. He too ordered a coffee.

We sat in the same place as the other day.
While sitting he said.

"Next time it wouldn't be this cafeteria." I laughed at this.

"I don't know in which year you are studying," I said thinking carefully.

"You really didn't pay attention to the first day, did you?" He asked.

I was really embarrassed.
"Yeah, I didn't. After the library incident, I felt dejected for a long time and I bear grudges so I didn't pay attention." I said truthfully.

"Bearing grudges, I'll remember that." He chuckled.

"Will you tell me or not," I asked

"Let's do this again. Our introductions." He said and then continued.
"Hello, my name is Vihaan Kashyap and I'm a third-year student here. Hobbies are playing basketball, reading books and listening to music."

"I'm Manya Verma, nice to meet you. I'm a first-year student here. Hobbies are reading, dancing, painting, listening to music and watching movies and dramas." I said mimicking him.

"You paint and dance too?" He asked surprised. This surprise didn't offend me, rather I wanted to tell him more. 

"Yeah. I love cooking. Baking at that." I said.

"You cook too? Would this lowly creature someday would have the fortune to taste your cooking?" He said

"Yes, you could as you aren't any lowly creature but my esteemed senior. But I don't know how and when." I said.

I know he is just joking but my silly heart sped when he said he would like to taste my cooking. Our order had arrived he went to the counter to bring things over.

"Have you read Pride and Prejudice?" He asked.

"Yes," I nodded enthusiastically. Now things will get interesting as I'll get to write (or help in writing, whatever) dialogues of Elizabeth and Mr.Darcy.

A girl with a past she couldn't let go. Once cheerful and chirpy, she began to question her values, intention and even existence.

"God? Have you kept me here just to feel immense guilt each moment I breathe?" She asked, voice breaking and trembling in between her sobs as she tried to compose herself.

After suffering she regained her will to live but still didn't overcome completely. Will the arrival of her soulmate relieve her or will she lose this opportunity too?

The weekend had come and gone, yet Jessica felt like the villain in the story. She picked her phone to send a text or call Jack, but she didn't have the courage to. She convinced herself that it was for the best, that her words would only make him angrier. That day she put on her best happy girl impression and moved on.
Ben had to go home during the weekend, and he still wasn't back, so she was pretty much alone. She stopped by the café to have some cupcakes then fill her system with a caffeine boost, so she didn't sleep in one of her lectures that day. Ear pods on, novel in hand, cake and coffee check; Jessica was lost to the world until "Hey aren't you Jessica the nerd?", someone called to her. She didn't notice someone called, she was lost to the world. He snatched the book right out of her hands and Jessica was livid.
"Heyyy you.... Who are you to begin with? You just see people and feel it's okay to interrupt them". 
"First off, take it off", he mouthed to her pointing at her ear pods.
" Now look around", people were certainly drawn to her drama. "So calm down dragoness, I'm not just anyone. I'm Justin a friend of Jack's and secondly, I need to talk to you". 
Jessica sunk in her seat and let out a hushed sorry.
 "It is totally fine, I get it, no one messes with my toys too". She looked at him weirdly. What can't a guy have his toys? Jessica looked away shrugging. 
"Now we are at a balance..."
Jessica jumped in, "I'm like really sorry, is he fine? I know I kissed him back and did everything willingly. I just felt bad he didn't reach out later. It hurt and I thought these things in my head and it just spewed out and I couldn't hold it in. But I'm really sorry for hurting him", then she let out a breath and looked at him. Justin looked everywhere else but her. Jessica knew she had gone off like a high-speed train.
"I...", she opened her mouth to speak
Justin begged, "oh please, not again. I just came to casually talk about things like how is school and the cake you had. But, you gave me a whole movie script. Nice". Wiggling his brows, "so you two kissed?", he asked. Jessica blushed hard and remained silent.
"Really? Tongue-tied after that monologue you dished me. I'll let it go, but if your words affected Jack then it means you're important to him. Don't be worked up about it, he'll come around. He's a softie".
"Are you sure about that", Jessica asked chewing her lip. 
" Pfft, I'm not sure I've lived it, all of it. "I'm sorry about earlier", she sighed. 
"It's fine. I took your book speaking of which Pride and Prejudice, hmm, you took your book love centuries back". 
"Don't hate on the books?", she asked. "You know what, I'm buying you a book. Come with me".
"I'm not going anywhere with a stranger", she argued.
He chuckled, "so I'm a stranger, then consider this book gone. If you want it back, you got to read Frank E. Peretti's "Trapped at the bottom of the sea"".
"If it's no good, you're buying me a library of the book", Jessica said picking up her bag and walking out the door. 
Justin just eyed her and followed. He led her to his car and they drove off. Shortly after, Jack drove into the café. He talked chattily with the waiter Zack and left with cupcakes and coffee to go.

Come explore one girls reality and the world behind her words.

Aiden's POV:
I was partners with the school's bad boy. Could this day get any worse? I mean he didn't seem all too bad, but he could learn some of my greatest secrets from this project, secrets I don't want to be shared.
Bringing me out of my thoughts, Xavier speaks, "So...Aiden, what's your favorite book? Mine is 'Pride and Prejudice' by Jane Austen. I know that's kind of lame, but I'm a bit of a romantic."
Wow definitely not what I was expecting coming from the bad boy. I pull out my notebook so I can communicate with him, *Yeah definitely wasn't expecting that from you.* I thought about if I should tell him my real favorite book or not. Something in me feels like I can trust him. *My favorite book is 'Speak' by Laurie Halse Anderson.*
"Touche. Huh, I don't think I have ever of that book. Good thing we have to read them, I look forward to it." Good, that means I have some time before he starts figuring stuff out. "What is the book about, if I might ask?"
*It's about a high school freshman Melinda Sordino. She is suddenly mute and all her friends shun her. You slowly realize why she is mute and the bonding of her and her art teacher. And trees are a big symbolic figure throughout the story.* I write as much as possible without spoiling the ending of the story, so he gets the full experience of reading it.
"Wow, that sounds really interesting. I surprised I haven't read it before, I like stories that have good symbolism." He says. He surprises me quite a bit. Maybe this won't me too bad. "Hey, do you want to come to my house today? I have a copy of 'Pride and Prejudice' that you can borrow. Plus we are going to have to start meeting up anyways."
I think about it for a bit. My dad should be out late for work today and will go out drinking after. He shouldn't notice I'm gone. *Um sure, I have a copy of 'Speak' in my locker, so just let me stop by there first?*
"Yeah, that sounds good to me. I'll meet you at the front?" I give him a thumbs-up as a sign of agreement, and just in time for the bell to ring.
"Great job today! I'll see you all tomorrow!" Mrs. Barnet bellowed. Before I could leave she spoke again, "Mr. Cruise, let me speak to you for a moment."
I walk to her desk and raise my eyebrows as to say, 'what do you need.' "How are you Aiden? I know this project might be uncomfortable for you, will you be able to do it? If not I can make up another assignment for you?"
Mrs. Barnet doesn't know my whole situation, but she knows I must be mute for a reason. I also know that she probably suspects many reasons it could be, but she is respectful and doesn't pry. *Mrs. Barnet, that won't be necessary I don't really want any special treatment, even if it is uncomfortable. Plus, Xavier doesn't seem that bad, he has been nice to me so far.*
As she finishes reading she nods her head, "Off you go then! I hope you have a wonderful evening. If you ever wish to talk about anything, feel free to stop by."
I quickly nod my head and make my way to my locker. I grab my bag and my copy of 'Speak' for Xavier.
As I'm walking towards the front I hear two voices. "You know you should really shut the fuck up before I connect my fist to your trash face!" That voice was familiar, it was Xavier. But who was he talking to? I look around the corner to see the one and only Evan, but he looks like he is about to piss himself. Before anything else happens Xavier notices me, "Hey Aiden! You ready to go?" What was this complete 180 personality change? I nod and walk over to him. He gives one last deadly glare to Evan.
"THIS ISN'T OVER CLEARWATER!" Evan shouts as we are walking away, Xavier scoffing in reply.
*What was that about?* I write.
"I'll tell you about it later, right now it is not important." I slowly nod, kinda wanting to know, but he said he would tell me.
*I guess the bad boy really is in there.*
He laughs "Yeah it's there, only when people really piss me off."
*That makes no sense, you are always a bad boy. Except with me..* I write confused.
"Well everyone pisses me off but you. You're different. Anyways, let's drop this for now and head over to my house." As much as I wanted to know more I just gave him an okay sign in agreement.
As we got to the parking lot he just had to have a motorcycle like typical bad boy fashion. I look at him with a 'really' look.
Once again he laughs, "Don't worry I'm an excellent and safe driver. Feel free to hold on tight." He hands me his spare helmet and puts on his. I get on the bike, a bit scared to hold on to him. He slowly starts driving out and I jump as he revs up the engine, instantly clinging to his firm back. "Don't be scared Aiden, just hold on to me." He says, easing up my worries. This actually isn't that bad and before I realize it I relax, but my heart was racing the whole ride. Was it the adrenaline? Or, was it Xavier?
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Before I knew it we had made it to Xavier's home, and to be honest it wasn't what I was expecting at all. It was a charming two-story classic southern house. It had white painted wood, with a blue trim and blue shingles. It also had beautiful wooden pillars supporting the 2nd story, and even a weeping willow tree in the front yard. It was odd to see a house like this out in California, not many southern style places exist here. Catching on to my confusion Xavier speaks, "My family is originally from Louisiana. My dad got a really big job offer here, so that's how we ended up in California. My family couldn't live without something that reminded them of home, so they built this house. The tree is actually from our home in Louisiana, we dug it up and brought it with us, it still wasn't fully grown then."
I look at him in shock, that is a lot of new information to take in. I meet his grey orbs and see a small glimpse of homesickness and something else I can't determine. I simply smile at him and put my hand on his shoulder, nodding to show that I'm here for him. Although, this is the first day we have talked, I feel a deep connection with him. 
He smiles at me, "Thank you Aiden." I nod once again. "Let's head inside!" He says, trying to cheer up. He opens the door and guides me into his homey looking living room. "Let's study here. Would you like anything to drink?" he asks.
I pull out my notebook, *Water is fine, please.*
"Of course, I'll be right back" 
As he walks into the kitchen I take the chance to look around, the living room is full of pictures. I see one of what looks to be his mom, dad, and little sister, they all look so happy. It almost makes me sad, I wish my family was this happy. The more I think about it, the more depressed I become, soon I feel a tear run down my cheek. I flinch when a hand meets my shoulder, it was Xavier. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you!" he pauses for a bit and looks at my face, to see the tear sitting there. He reaches up and wipes it away, only to pull back to see makeup smudged on his finger. He quickly looks up again, I'm sure to see the bruise that is now exposed. He looks at me with sadness and anger, why is this affecting him so much? "How did this happen?" he tries to say calmly, his voice quivering.
*I ran into a door.* I write point blank, but my expression gives it away. 
"That's is obviously a lie, who did this to you Aiden!" he spouts, his anger rising.
*Just some random person, it doesn't matter. I'm fine.* I write shaking.
"If it was some random person you wouldn't have lied the first time, and you wouldn't be shaking in so much fear, as you are now. Who did this!" he yells
*I'm not telling you Xavier, so stop asking. Why does it matter so much to you anyways.*
That really struck a cord with Xavier. I saw some of the anger in his eyes dull, "I don't know, I feel this connection towards you, and I want to make sure you are safe. I understand if you don't want to tell me now, but I am here. I'm not leaving, I know we've only known each other for a day, but I know I need you in my life and safe. I'm sorry if that is weird, it is weird for me to say it, but it is the truth, as odd as it is."
I can only nod in agreement, I don't know what else to do. *Um let's do some work now* 
"Yeah, okay."

Hey, guess what? Soulmates exist, and their first words appear on your wrist at the age of 16, Aiden is trying to avoid ever finding his. See the thing is, Aiden is mute. He has a troubled home life with an abusive father. His mother died when he was six from terminal cancer. It also just so happens that the words on his wrist are "HEY! WATCH IT!" something he hears every day. Now he is 17 and a junior in high school, but everyone bullies him. 

Xavier is a bad boy. His all about rebelling and keeping his bad boy image, but under that facade, he is a big softy. One day after colliding with the cute mute boy Aiden, he somehow can't seem to stay away from him.

~Trigger Warning~
Mentions of self-harm, abuse, and rape

Tang Xin woke up at five o'clock again, feeling as if all her bones had fractured. 
She rubbed her forehead worriedly, wondering what her other self had done last night.
It's fine as long as she didn't wake up next to a naked man in bed. 
She got off the bed and put on her shoes, pulling the curtains open. She stared at the dark sky and sighed lightly. 
She always wakes up at this time now -- it was something she couldn't change. Perhaps there were some habits she wouldn't be able to change in her lifetime. 
It was early yet she couldn't fall asleep, so Tang Xin picked up the book "Ten Month of Pregnancy" from the bedside table and started reading. Although she wasn't so smart, she will work hard to be a new mother who could calmly welcome her baby. 
In another room, Li Yunshen also opened his eyes in the dark. He used to wake up at seven o'clock but now he couldn't change the habit of waking up at five. It was as if there was a clock in his head and he would always open his eyes accurately on time and look to the other side of the bed. 
How frustrating! 
He put on his sleeping robe and headed straight to the study. 
But when he left the room, he saw light coming out from a room near the end of the corridor. 
Tang Xin was just starting to take in what she was reading when the door was suddenly opened from the outside, making her jump. When she saw who entered the room without permission, she quickly threw the book above the bed secretly. 
"You…" 
She quickly got off the bed and cautiously made sure her sleep dress was covering her properly. She watched the man who stood by the door in a black sleeping robe. The thin band on his waist tied loosely around his waist, slightly revealing his well-built chest, and his messy hair told her that he just got up. He looked like he was something between an angel and a devil, inexpressibly charming. 
"Hmm?" He let out a single syllable. Perhaps because he just woke up, he didn't look as cold as usual, but rather lazy. Even the way he looked at her was completely different, like a new person. 
"Is there anything you need from me?" Although he didn't look invasive at all, Tang Xin was still anxious. 
Li Yunshen walked in and glanced at the books on the bedside table. They were all the works of famous foreign authors. The poems of Rabindranath Tagore, classic contemporary novels for women: Jane Eyre, Pride and Prejudice, and collections of Shakespeare. 
He picked up a book and leisurely flipped through it before looking up, "You want to be an author?" 
Tang Xin froze for a second before shaking her head, "No, I'm only having a read." 
"The sun's not up yet." He said. 
He was still flipping through the book carelessly. There were occasional markings on the pages, her writing in both English and Chinese were pretty like her, clean and graceful.
"Hm?" Tang Xin frowned in confusion as she pondered what he meant. She then understood and replied indifferently, "I just happened to wake up at this time so I'm reading."
"What were you reading?" He asked again. 
Tang Xin suddenly became nervous, "The one you are holding…" 
"Memorize a sentence for me." 
Tang Xin was surprised. She thought he was joking but he attentively read the book, waiting for her reply. 
"Page six, the eighth sentence." 
When Tang Xin was trying her best to recall what was the content of the book he was holding, he suddenly demanded a specific sentence. 
Tang Xin frowned even more, trying to remember what the sentence he appointed was about. 
"In delay there…" 
When she remained puzzled for a long time, he started the sentence for her and she never knew that his voice sounded so sexy and elegant when he spoke English. 
"In delay there lies no plenty. Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty. Youth's a stuff will not endure." 


To take revenge on the Tang family, he married her even though she was "mentally ill". Before others, she was his wife; behind doors, people around him addressed her as “Miss”. She had thought that he would never bother to touch her, but she was wrong. On the death anniversary of his ex-lover, he forced himself on her and consummated their marriage. One day, he showed up home with her best friend and announced, "This is the girl I should protect for the rest of my life." Her only friend became his beloved, and the love hidden deep in her heart was completely shattered. All of a sudden, she was left nothing. No! She wasn’t left with nothing; at least she still had the baby in her tummy. Four years later, their destinies reunited, and her life took a turn for the better...

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