Novel & Cerita Great Gatsby Ending

Her cheeks were flushed with satisfaction, and dark red marks covered the soft skin above her chest. Even the black lace dress I had bought for our anniversary had been stained with a few suggestive spots of blood. The room was filled with loud, crude men. Whistles and teasing laughter echoed through the air. “Ms. Jones finally ended her single life tonight.” “So? Was Eric good enough to make your legs give out?” Their eyes shifted toward me, followed by another round of whispers. “Shane is pathetic. He spent years acting like a loyal dog around her, and he still did not get her first time.”

There was only the profound gratitude for a journey that had led us here, to this moment, to this peace. The story of Gwen Gonzalez was over. It had ended not with a bang, but with a sunset. It had ended not in victory, but in contentment. It had ended exactly as it should have: with a life, long and well-lived, nestled in the arms of a love that had proven stronger than any tragedy. And as the first star of the evening shimmered into view, I knew with a certainty that filled my soul—it had all been worth it. ***

The Sage knelt in the corner, chains pulled through his ribs. "Do not touch the pen," he whispered. Haley leaned in. "Why?" The original conclusion answered. "Because the pen writes endings." Katherine's eyes went to the page. AT THE END, JACK MILLER MUST DIE ALONE-- The conclusion placed the pen tip at the next word. Jack lunged. The conclusion was faster. It wrote. SO THAT THE FAMILY MAY LIVE. The sentence completed. The room exhaled. The page accepted it. Outside, somewhere far away, Marcus screamed.

"I didn't use the front door. I used the service entrance, the same way I used to leave the café at midnight when the shifts were over. I walked out into the rain, my son in my arms, and I didn't look back. I didn't care about the millions. I didn't care about the deeds. I reached the end of the long, winding driveway just as a yellow taxi pulled up—the one I’d called from a burner phone. As the car pulled away from the iron gates, I saw the headlights of Adrian’s Bugatti screaming up the road, the engine a desperate, howling roar in the night. He was too late. I was already a ghost. I leaned my head against the cold window of the cab, watching the lights of the Knight estate fade into the m

END OF THE YEAR There were just a few hours left until the end of the year. Everyone was eager and excited to celebrate the day, except Gizella. Everyone was dressed in white, in the living room, having the last dinner of the year, except Gizella. She was in the room, sitting on the floor and leaning against the wall. Her eyes were red from crying. ““ You will be mine again! “ Graciano said, lifting her dress. Gizella, distressed, tried to free herself: “ Let me go!

[called the police to get her arrested]. [With his] Their stepmother had died [safely behind bars], and their [her] father [and brother] welcomed them back with tears of joy. So they never went hungry again [moved into a nicer apartment by themselves]. Hansel [while Hayden] and Gretel [Gabby got married and] lived happily ever after [with enough love to last them a lifetime]. THE END

Holding the tie, I closed my eyes and tiptoed. Either the fate played wicked keeping them apart or played virtuous bringing them together. It played until their souls chased each other. The End. ••••••••••••• TADAN! Ok, my book ends here. Thank you, my readers, for all your support :) I hope you people enjoyed it. H.LOCKHART.

“I am deadly serious.” “Then the answer is hell yes,” he answered and this time, his grin mimicked hers. He dropped his gaze to his watch and then looked up to meet her eyes. “Also, I think we better go to that restaurant before we missed their last order.” * * * Dear Gentle Readers, will these two be okay? There are only a few chapters left and this author could not help but feel sad :( The author has two scenarios for the ending with one being a happy ending and the other one being a sad ending. Which ending would you choose for these two?

"I love you, Isabella." THE END

“Home.” Together, hand in hand, they walked back to the car. And just like that, their story closed filled with love. That’s the end of the story of Sylvania Scarlet, once a fashion designer, to a Mafia queen. THE END