Novel & Cerita Online Book The Great Gatsby

He looked at what he had written on the first page of the fifteenth notebook. He was glad. End of Chapter Two Hundred and Eighty-Nine

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"The man that was brought in from the north. Where is he?" *** My brows furrowed as I stared over the text on the ancient red book sitting in my lap. Stroke marks and black ink decorated each delicate page. Although I couldn't understand all of the ancient language, it didn't change the fact that I found it fascinating. "What're you reading, Miss Georgia?" Blake asked curiously. "Nothing." Curling my hands around the book in my lap once more, I marked my place and pushed it back into my satchel. I tried to show the book to others before and failed, so I wasn't going to bother another person. "And just Georgia, please."

I quickly got Gatsby his kibble and some water. When the cat was happily eating, I turned my attention to Gabe. "What ya got there?" I sat on a barstool and swiveled closer to him. He glanced around sheepishly before heaving the book on the counter. Moments before I saw the cover up close, I'd imagined it to be a book from Professor Pops' Museum of the Supernatural, and worried Gabe stole it. No one was to touch those pages. Turned out the book was nothing mystical, just page after page of whimsical dresses by the designer Vera Wang.

Two, on the other hand, might just work. I grinned to myself as I dug out my backpack, and I shoved my books into it in rapid succession. The clear pencil case Kath had given me was still safely cocooned in the front pouch, along with my worn copy of The Great Gatsby. I zipped up the pocket, and chucked the bag onto my bed.

He hands me the leather notebook and smiles, before returning to the counter. There is no time for me to extend any conversation. He seems shy. Those were my best fangs... “Orange, please”. I nod to him, who gives an okay from a distance, and return to my reading. Two more paragraphs and my mind flashes back to the scene... Suddenly, it gets hot in here. It becomes almost impossible to concentrate on reading The Great Gatsby. Come for me, baby... Come riding for me. I swallow my saliva and moisten my lips before asking the next question in an attempt to maintain selfcontrol. His normality made me horny and irritated in equal measure.

I thought he might just be busy, or maybe he is on the way, so I settled before an empty table. I began to read The Great Gatsby over the dark corner of the library where the faraway sun is shedding me the tiniest bit of light. Minutes died until that little light grew dim, and my clock displayed a six o'clock. Beyond the library walls, the hands of the night are stretching for the dark that is set to dominate the city. It dawned on me that Vernon’s appearance is nowhere nearing. Disappointment crept upon me. I gathered my things and with restrained rage, I hastily left the establishment. With my every step way home, the anger harboring my chest aggravated.

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His voice was low and husky, sending shivers down Vivian's spine as he spoke to her. “Pardon,” Vivian was totally confused by what he just said. “Tales of the Great Gatsby, it's a quote from the novel. You have read the book, right?” Eric Damian said, waving the book he had in his hand in the air. The book had the title “Tales of the Great Gatsby." “Oh...I haven't really read it to the end. I just got the book today. It's quite interesting,” Vivian said, somehow forgetting she had no idea how he got into her room despite the doors and windows being locked shut.

I have a class to attend, he is in detention, his punishment can’t get any worse than that but mine can. Hurrying to the literature section, I pick out the first copy of The Great Gatsby I find on the rows of shelves with first edition novels. A crumpled note falls out as I am about to tuck it into my bag, I look around to see if anyone is here but there’s no one within walking distance. I open the note and frown. It is a letter. A handwritten letter.