Great Gatsby Chapter 7 Audiobook Novels & Stories

A voice unseen, rehearsed and awfully calm, began to speak. “Good evening,” the voice said. “This is a public service.” I didn’t hit play. I didn’t breathe. I reached for Jana and Legal and Luca in a single group and typed without looking down: No garnish. Whatever this is, we don’t eat it. Then, because I knew someone had to, I pressed record on my own phone and watched the timer on the live feed roll into the future we had just made smaller or wider by one inch. —End Chapter 16

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His passion lay with Sienna. I stared blankly at the papers until my secretary came in, holding the asset report I'd requested. Chloe Gordon said, "Madam, I've finished checking everything. Besides the part we invested in the company, there are a few pieces of jewelry missing." My head jerked up. "Which ones?" My parents gave me so many gifts. I couldn't remember everything. She replied, "A diamond necklace and a wedding dress." "A diamond necklace?" I muttered, then remembered seeing it around Sienna's neck.

I said, grinning from teeth to teeth like a child. We walked into the library. It looked like it had been a while, since it was in use. We went through several sections which included, finance, self-improvement, ethics, business amongst all. I caught a glimpse of a book I had been wanting to read, “Atomic Habits” by James Clear. I picked it immediately, and started going through it. After a while, I noticed I wasn't hearing any sound from the cook. I looked around and found her wiping tears off her eyes with the hem of her apron.

He’s going to go far. He said he might stop by later so I prepare some extra food and leave it in the oven in case he does stop by and he’s hungry. Once I’m done eating I head into my room with Porsha and sit in my chair, scrolling through I*******m. Porsha jumps into her matching chair and we hang out for a while. I light a couple of candles and get into my bed, plugging my phone in and grabbing my book. I’m currently reading The Great Gatsby, a classic.

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Rosa said, and went back to her work. They fell into the rhythm of it like it was already a habit — the barrel, the stools, the market moving around them at its Saturday pace. The soccer team from the F train materialized at the far end, small cleated feet and chaos. George sold his last jar of honey to a man in a yellow coat. The cold had sharpened since last week, winter making its intentions clear. "How's Nathan?" Mara asked. "Sent me three voice memos about chapter structure at midnight Thursday." Caleb pulled apart his tamale with the focus of someone who took food seriously. "I don't know enough about novels to help, but I listen."

To him, I would be nothing more than a stranger in a well-tailored dress. ​“One million dollars, going once,” the Mayor’s voice crackled through the monitors, sounding small compared to the gravity of Silas’s presence. I stared through the glass at the leather-bound book on the pedestal: The Great Gatsby. A first edition. It was my favorite book—the one I had read to Silas by the fireplace when the world was still quiet, the one whose ending we had debated until the sun came up. He wasn’t just bidding on a luxury item; he was bidding on a memory he thought was buried in ash. My heart didn’t break for him; it hardened. He was throwing money at a ghost, trying to buy back a piece of the soul h

He told her, the whole drive home, about the pitch and the ball and the worn flat ground and the goal with no nets, and the city went past the windows and the spring evening went gold around the car, and she listened to the whole of it. End of Chapter 75

The guard studied me for a long moment. Then he reached for his radio. I stood at those gates and I did not fidget and I did not look away and my wolf stood straight inside me for the first time in seven years. The radio crackled. The guard looked up. Alpha Rhys says to bring her in, he said. He did not sound surprised. And that was the part that should have reassured me. It did not.