Novel & Cerita How Does Great Gatsby End

And she had lost him anyway. Zane knelt next to her and put his hand on her back. He didn’t say anything. Because there wasn’t much to say. After all of it, after all the wars, the betrayals, the blood shed — This was how it ended. Not with a final gunshot. Not with a final stand of terrible drama. But with a man bleeding to death in an empty cathedral, his sins being washed away with the last breath he drew.

“How about you tell me the ending?” “What?” She carefully guides my arms to take the stack of papers. She shifts it in my grip until she can fan through all of the pages. Mare stops when she reaches the very last page. At the top it says EPILOGUE in big, bold letters, but the rest of the page is blank. “If I were writing an end to Wade and Daisy’s story”—she uses the fictional names as if this isn’t exactly our story—“then I see Daisy realizing that she has a lot of big dreams she wants to come true, but her biggest dream was always Wade.”

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.”

The moment his eyes landed on the report lying on the table, he understood everything at once. "Let go of me. I'm ending this pregnancy. I'm done with all of you." Stephanie was crying and shouting that she was going to end the pregnancy, but Charlie reacted even less than Mom did. Mom shoved at him. "Say something. Try to calm her down." Charlie raked both hands through his hair, looking completely fed up. "Let her go. If she wants to end it, fine. It's probably for the best." Stephanie went dead silent. Even Mom looked stunned. "This is your first child. How can you just give up on them?"

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.

"That's right. Natasha's the only woman I'll ever call my wife. We're getting married once Rhea and I are divorced." As Gavin finished speaking, he shot me a sideways glance. But when he saw I wasn't even fazed, a flicker of fury pulsed beneath his skin. He pulled Natasha in by the waist and kissed her cheek right there in front of the flashing cameras. The reporters gasped. He thought the stunt would make me mad and jealous, that I'd crumble and beg him to take me back. But I was done. And I wasn't about to lose my dignity over a man who had turned into a walking circus act.

In it, the sea of golden clouds swirled magnificently. At that moment, I couldn't help but wonder if they had planned to commit suicide together. My heart trembled. But then, why didn't they go through with it? "In the novel's ending," Luke continued, "the two characters do commit suicide together. After witnessing a sunrise, they hold hands and leap into the sea of clouds, descending into the deserted forest, achieving eternity. Their love becomes eternal as well."

He watched my face, searching for what, I wasn't sure. I pushed away his hand and walked toward the window. Gatsby sat on the ledge just outside, his head on his front paws and his eyes closed. "Maybe once I have the last piece of the crown, I can bring about peace. At least that's my hope." I didn't have any confidence - not in myself or in the future. Troy! I shouted his name within the confines of my mind, frantic for him to tell me everything would work out and that he still believed in me. But he didn't answer, not that I expected him to.

But that feeling could not compare to what I felt when the next words left her mouth. With a heavy sob, she stuttered, "Y-Your father is d-dead, Grace." _______ Thanks for reading! ~Chris xx.