Gemma Ward Great Gatsby

Years after graduation, someone suddenly tags me in the class group chat. "Mr. Warren is gravely ill, Mira. Aren't you going to do anything? You really are heartless!" I only realize what's going on when I click on the fundraising link in the chat. Our high school homeroom teacher, Joseph Warren, has late-stage cancer. Thus, Lyra Fairfield, the class belle, is leading a fundraiser and patient-donor matching process. "I'll donate ten thousand dollars. My husband is the director of Waverly General Hospital, and I've already asked him to arrange a VIP ward for Mr. Warren." Right after I send that message, the group pounces on me. "Mira, you contracted an STD back then and tried to pin it on Lyra. She didn't even hold it against you, and now you're trying to steal her thunder? You're unbelievable!" "I can't believe you're still lying through your teeth during such a serious situation. You never change, do you?" Lyra immediately defuses the tension. "Mira, I don't blame you for what happened in the past, but you really shouldn't impersonate the director's wife. I've already arranged the ward and surgery, and I'm donating another 100 thousand dollars to Mr. Warren!" I'm this close to laughing out of sheer anger. She's the one who scratched her name off the diagnosis report and framed me for having an STD all those years ago. I never even confronted her about it, and now she's playing the victim? Lyra soon posts a photo in the group chat, showing off her husband's car. Yet, when I see the man in the passenger seat, I guffaw. Isn't that my husband's driver? When did he start running a hospital?

My sister, Laura Ward, died the year we were ten, the year we snuck out of school to play. From that day forward, my mother’s grief turned into a burning hatred for me, convinced that I was the reason my sister was gone. She treated me like a servant, like an unwanted burden, and filled the void by adopting a perfect, obedient daughter to replace my sister. She took everything from me without a second thought — my rights, my freedom, my very existence — and even demanded that I give up a kidney for her precious adopted girl. Alright, Mother, if you want a life, I’ll give you mine! But it was only when my body lay cold, my breath long gone, that she finally turned and looked at me.

I am the lawfully wedded wife of Don Jones—the Donna of the Jones Family—and the founding CEO of his medical empire. I stood by Vincent's side as we built it up from a two-room surgical clinic into the crown jewel of European private healthcare. Then, in my eighth month of pregnancy, dying on the operating table, Vincent pulled every surgeon out of my maternity ward for the sake of his mistress. He killed our child with his own hands. He stripped me of the right to ever be a mother. He thought I was a homeless orphan with nowhere to go. He had no idea I was the sole blood heir of the Belmonte Family. After the divorce, I came home to command a global medical empire. He knelt and begged. I watched, cold-eyed, as he fell into hell.

I always knew who I was born to be ,but the white crystal goddess of my pack had other plans for me . My great-grandmother the leader of the white pack , and the great white wolf protected our pack from other wolf packs . We were the strongest after the annihilation of the strongest pack which ever lived , - THE BLOOD PACK . A pack everyone believes were blood suckers I am supposed to become the next GREAT WHITE WOLF after my great grandmother but our white crystal goddess rejects me . I am to be the next great protector of my pack , but I'm unable to shift ,. I need help to protect my people from other dangerous packs out there Not until I soon found out our crystal goodness plans for me , mating me to the strongest dark alpha , the only survivor of the BLOOD PACK whom I later found out to be an hybrid, an abomination. even knowing it's dangerous ,I could never care less just for the protection of my people I took me years ,but I found him and together we made a deal , a stupid deal that must be kept a secret from my pack ,else I'd be banished forever or killed --I offer him my blood for protection of my people. I am Arabella the future GREAT WHITE WOLF of the white crystal pack . At least I thought I was .

In the cracks of time and shadow, in the world of Lovecraft, come prepared for the cold, for tales of magic and seduction, Tsuki your great host, will take you on tales shrouded in the mist of mystery, your fun is guaranteed, even seeing the various options of suspense, mystery and tales of debauchery, even the beings that could not bring any kind of story, come see them make you leave home, the most tales of an invisible world in this great adventure, to the common eyes, there is a magical world, in this world shrouded in mystery and fantasy, shrouded in great speed, of its various tales, of boredom, you will not die, come prepared for great adventures, exploring an unforgettable and surprising journey. This world full of fog, shrouded in fantastic tales, in an environment, that is whispering in the fog, that opens only to those who dream awake. No kingdom governs these worlds, where only stories come, incomplete, sometimes translucent and little known, with their tourists and wandering travelers, who pass through here, enveloped by pleasures, mysteries, art, magic and seduction. Each step forward lands in a different world, as if walking through forgotten thoughts. Sometimes it is night, sometimes it is dawn, enveloped by tales of mystery, suspense and transcendence of time, but always strange and beautiful.

On the highway, when the vehicles of drivers on the same stretch of road went out of control and rushed towards us, Wynn Lloyd protected me by holding me close beneath him. As a result, he ended up in the emergency room, battered.In the hospital ward, a friend praised, "Your husband is really good to you. When the car came crashing, he protected you with his life, not caring about his own."I remained silent.Indeed, he was good, but it didn't stop him from liking someone else.Wynn and I had known each other since childhood, for over a decade, and everyone said he loved me to death.But who would have thought that such a person had a mistress on the side?He pampered her in every possible way, indulging her to the extreme.

There are a few things that you need to know about Christine Gyamfi. She is a Christian, a famous writer in Canada, and has parents who are from Ethiopia that moved to North America when she was a child. She also has an older brother that lives in the United States. She and her parents want her to get married, have kids, and be a mother. However, Christine isn't interested in that kind of thing yet. So she is going to spend time having fun while she has the chance. Christine is a very smart woman. But she has a tendency to trust people way too quickly. And this will turn soon be her greatest weakness. Her best friends are an amazing nurse that works in a psychiatric Ward and a party girl that lives in the moment. A plan to hang out with her friends gets her webbed in secrets and lies. But that doesn't matter, it made her stronger and wiser.

My wife, Sophia Shelby, spent a fortune snatching a kidney donor from my mother, only to save her ex-boyfriend’s life. Meanwhile, my mother had been waiting for three years. Before my mother died, she wanted to see our child. I told her it was gone. Sophia had aborted our child for the sake of her infertile ex-boyfriend, James Carl. She had chosen to go through IVF with him. I had charged into the hospital and confronted Sophia, but James stopped me. “She’s my wife! What gives you the right to keep me from seeing her?!” “She’s pregnant with my child.” I flew into a fit of anger. Barging into the ward, I shouted at Sophia, “I want a divorce!” Inside, Sophia replied to me with irritation, “Divorce it is! Why are you yelling at James?”

Power is always associated with trouble. Sometimes it is great enough to save us from trouble, sometimes it isn't. Sometimes it is so great that trouble can't get close and sometimes its greatness is the reason why trouble comes. Sometimes it's not about how you use it, sometimes it's about the power itself. The mere existence of a certain power could stir up fear, awe, hatred and envy depending on who percieved it and how they do.

James wasn't your typical writer. He gave a new meaning to Copywriting. His life wasn't great but he was doing well for himself; six figures in his bank account, and a hot neighbour that he had more than one wet dream about. His life was great until he died of course. Now he's stuck in another world with a secret mission. He's ready to spin another new meaning to copywriting.