Mr Gatsby Novels & Stories

"I can't remember anything. By the way, I only knew you by name. Can you introduce yourself?" "Ok." He agrees while nodding. "Ehem..." He clears his throat. "Hi, I'm Ashburg Gates. My father is one of the richest people in the world, and it's Bill Gates." After I heard him say, I almost spilled my drinks. So I'm dating a billionaire. But, of course, I don't assume that he and Kelly are dating. I'm surprised after he introduces himself, and I position myself to sit while facing him. Then, I exclaim, "Seriously?!"

"He has this habit of looking at people like he already knows what they're thinking." Gabby's grin only grew wider. "Oh, this is serious." "It isn't." I shook my head. "It absolutely is." "I'm not interested." "What's his name?" I hesitated "Viktor." "Viktor." She repeated it slowly. I nodded. "Sounds expensive." She said and I laughed "You have no idea." "So what does Mr. Expensive do?" My fingers tightened slightly around my mug. "I... actually don't know much about him" I lied.

A moment later, the address and number came through. My stomach twisted when I read his name again. Opening G****e, I typed it in. Grayson Knight . I clicked the first result his Wikipedia page. And the first thing that hit me… Was his face. I’d expected an old, creepy, rich man with a taste for younger people. But Grayson was young. Handsome. And disgustingly wealthy. It said he’d built his empire himself. From nothing. And fast. One of New york’s youngest and richest bachelors.

It wasn’t supposed to mean anything, but when he said it in that raspy voice, his eyes poring over her like she was a snack on the shelf, standing so close to her, close enough that she could feel his hot breath fan her face… She cleared her throat and smoothed her hair, “Of course, Mr. Grayson.” His lips slowly curled into a deep smile, making him even cuter. It was a boyish and captivating smile, “Good,” he turned around, she followed closely behind, rushing to meet up with his long strides. *** “Cameras are rolling, one, two, go…” Mr. Smith leaned forward, a wide smile on his face and in a sing-song voice began, “Hello to you! Today, on the gentleman show, we have none other than Mr. Came

she gupped hard and instantly looked away. "You funny Miss. I am Grayston Ian (IX) ,it more than a pleasure meeting you", he said smiling stretching forth his hand in a humble gesture yet charming manner The smile alone killed Heather's brain cells and sent her to a numb state. "Huh" she muttered dumbfounded which made the man looked at her quizzically. "Uh.umm..I don't mean to prey but do you mean the prestigeous multi trillion dollars Grayston family". "Yes" he answered dryly

Annabelle was left alone in her room. She could not bring herself to believe her family was actually trying to push her into marriage, a marriage she would forbid even in her dreams. Jake was the only son of a very wealthy family . His father , Mr Clifford, was the chairman of a powerful group in the society, the Ford group of companies. One would easily think he was the owner of the electricals and electronics company that went by the trade name Ford. Being the only son of such a highly respected power broker, everyone tried to get on his good side, including Annabelle's family.

Stacy widened her eyes in excitement "Holy fuck!.... that's Gary's kid!."She gasps, coming over to sit beside Hazel and handing her a glass cup. "Does that ring a bell?.". Lesley mused, holding her cup as Stacy poured wine into it. "Nope dearie.... it sounds a trumpet actually." Lesley chuckled and took a sip of her wine. "Gary Gaughtier is Newyork idol!. He owns over half of the state's companies around." Lesley bats her lashes.

Another heinous news. Mr. Anderson Whiskton, my rival, ever since my imminent downfall had risen to fame. I maneuvered into the parking lot and parked my car. Stepping out, I donned a black mask and a black face cap as I trudged up into the elevator and the bright white fluorescent hallway. A couple more turns and I was at Dr. Felix's office. I knocked and went inside. “Welcome Mr. Greyson.” He greeted me, “you may have a seat.” He gestured to the chair right in front of him and I took it.

“Enough now!” commanded the young man, who surprisedly is Mr. McWood, as he strode past the woman sitting beside him. He stopped in front of Grey, who was glaring timidly at me. “You have no right to talk to her like that!” Grey tore his glare from me, the crowd stiffening in shock. He looked at Mr. McWood, who I vividly remembered as the fashion icon who had dressed me for the wedding. “And who are you?”

Dark hair, styled impeccably, framed his face. As our eyes met, a spark of electricity ran through me. Grandfather's voice brought me back to reality. "Gina, meet Mrs. Richardson, a renowned philanthropist." I exchanged pleasantries, but my gaze drifted back to the mysterious stranger. Who was he? Grandfather noticed my interest and raised an eyebrow. "Ah, that's Alex Blackwood," he whispered. "A successful entrepreneur and investor. Quite influential in San Francisco's business circles." I felt a flutter in my chest as Alex's eyes locked onto mine once more.