How Does Great Gatsby End Novels & Stories

Three gunshots cracked through the office deafening in the enclosed space. Enzo’s body lays lifeless on the chair. ___________ Sitting in the canteen, Gina gazed at the date showing on her cell phone. Like literally she was gawking at the date because today marks the last day of her stay with him in his mansion. From tomorrow she and her dad will be free from the noose of one hundred million dollars. She will go back home and can stay with her father forever. Her heart filled with happiness at this thought and she quickly finished her food, bids her friend and got out of university. Digeo was already present to pick her. he notices her face has a certain kind of brightness as she slides insi

**“Our project is on *The Great Gatsby* by F. Scott Fitzgerald.” Damien continued smoothly, **“It’s a story about ambition, love, and the consequences of chasing an unattainable dream.”** They alternated presenting, seamlessly covering the symbolism of the green light, the tragedy of Jay Gatsby’s obsession with Daisy, and the novel’s commentary on the American Dream. **“Gatsby represents longing for a perfect future while being trapped by his past,”** Elie’s explained. **“His love for Daisy blinded him to reality, leading to his downfall.”**

“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?

Perfect. Finally. **THE END**

That was more than enough. The End

"Ma'am, I went to your house this morning to pick up some documents, and I saw this on the couch. I believe Morgan had drawn this, and I thought it would make you happy just seeing it." He handed the drawing to me with three little stick figures holding hands in crayons with smiles on their faces. Scott thought it was the three of us. I thought so too… Until I saw the date in the lower right corner. That date was the day my parents had died in that car crash. My voice shook. "How did you get this drawing?" Scott looked confused and answered honestly. "It was on the living room couch. I picked it up without thinking..." I burst out laughing, my laughter sounding like it was laced with despair

"Gatsby!!!" They all screamed rushing to where he was. "Gatsby, are you alright?" Jupiter asked, but Gatsby was already consumed by the fire. "Please tell Freya that I love her so much, and that she was the first and last girl I have ever loved, tell her that I want her to be happy" Gatsby struggles to say, and they nod their heads with tears falling down their eyes. "Please look after Freya. I know she's a bit annoying, but she's also a sweetheart, Please take care of her for me" Gatsby said before slowly meeting his death.

At the end of the day, it all ends by his hands. And it is finally over. The extent of that finality, however, does not make itself known until later... much later. Alex joins Emma to watch over Mike and Type. The last of the new gang dissolves in the wind. The day still wears heavy with a cloak of misery, heartbreak and mourning. It hardly feels fair to end it with a celebration after all the death and destruction they has left behind. He says so in quiet words. Emma looks up from where she's hiding her face against Type's chest just enough to snap at him not to be ridiculous.

“That’s it. Squirt for me, little slut. Mark my floor with your shame.” But he didn’t stop. He drove into me harder, faster, chasing his own release while forcing mine again and again until my body convulsed, squirting helplessly with every ruthless thrust. When he finally came, it was deep, filling me so completely it dripped to my thigh. He lowered me slowly, ungagged me, removed the blindfold. Brayden kissed my temple, almost gentle. “Welcome to my world, Mrs. Gatsby. You’ll never escape it now.”

Neither of them was in a hurry. THE END