What if Bingley immediately returned to Jane… Elizabeth discovered Mr. Darcy had tried to stop his friend from marrying her sister. Jane and Bingley believed he opposed the marriage because he thought Jane was indifferent. Elizabeth knew better: Darcy was selfish, cruel and unfeeling. Elizabeth wasn’t naïve. At the wedding, Darcy said that he was happy for the couple; he might even follow Bingley's example and marry for love. Elizabeth wasn’t going to let him lie to her. Not after he tried to hurt Jane. She told him what she truly thought of him. Now Elizabeth realizes she was horribly mistaken about Darcy’s character. Now she loves him. But is it too late for her? Has she lost his esteem forever? A funny and romantic story with our favorite couple. Note: The Return is over 70,000 words long. Sample: Miss Bingley had halfway descended into a mania. “Cheapside!” She stabbed her fingers inches from Bingley’s nose. “His residence is in Cheapside. Do you understand what that means? He can see his warehouses from his own house. How dare you consider attaching me to such a man?” Darcy knew he should stop her. The snarling, red faced anger she’d reached would not convince Bingley to drop Miss Bennet. But — it was so very amusing. She’d not started this way; it had taken ten minutes of Bingley’s determined silence to bring her to it. Miss Elizabeth would have laughed. She would have hid it while in the same room, but the instant she was alone, she would have turned her pert nose up and laughed. Bingley hunched behind a tall winged back chair. It was not enough to protect him from Miss Bingley. Her voice was now a banshee’s hysterical shriek, “Answer me. Cheapside. How dare you?” Without looking at her, Bingley mumbled, “Not in Cheapside, near it. Gracechurch Street is outside of the district.” “It makes no difference!” Bingley jumped back at the savage rage in his sister’s voice. His terrified eyes darted around the richly decorated walls of his drawing room. Darcy smiled and shrugged at him. He’d always hoped to be present when Miss Bingley made her bid to enter Bedlam. Miss Elizabeth’s eyes would have been so bright and delighted as she watched. “Do you despise me?” Miss Bingley circled around the chair trying to get closer to Bingley who kept backing away to keep the chair between them. Miss Bingley stopped and clapped her hands over her mouth. “You do! That is it. You hate me. There could be no other reason. Why do you hate me? Have I not always loved you? Have I not always cared for you? How can you hate me? Oh! Oh” — she moaned and turned her eyes towards the heavens — “What did I do to deserve such a hateful brother?” “Enough! I will not give way. I will not.” Darcy had never heard Bingley shout so. Bingley’s eyes were wide. Clearly he had never heard himself shout so either. He reverted to form. “Please, can we not stop this useless dispute? You know I hate to argue. I have never cared for another creature as I do Jane, and I will not give her up. Caroline, I — I love her, does that matter nothing to you? Does my happiness mean nothing to you?”Über den Autor:
I live in California and have read Jane Austen fan fiction regularly for the past five years. Like us all, I've found many great stories and enjoyed many hours of fun as part of the community. I read Pride and Prejudice when I was fifteen and immediately devoured all of Jane Austen's books. Also, I read Jane Eyre and Charlotte Brontë's other books in the same year. Since then, I've looked for books that re-create the wonderful romantic tension in those great classics. I enjoy reading fan fiction (many types), Tolstoy, and science fiction. I also like anime. In college I studied applied math and economic history. I hope to put a little of what I love about those subjects in my stories, but not so much it is annoying. I am trying to make a living as an author, so please support me if you can. However, several months after publication, I will post my stories on fanfiction.net and A Happy Assembly. So if you do not have much money, or do not believe in paying for books, you will eventually be able to read my stories. I want everything I write to make at least some readers think, 'wow, that was an unusually good story'. Besides writing excellent fiction, my aim is to convince people to donate to Doctors Without Borders and invest their savings in low cost Vanguard mutual funds. A billion people live with medical care that is in many ways worse than what Jane Austen had access to. We can prevent women from dying young like she did.
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