The Gay Gatsby Novels & Stories

“Or is it that kinky book you are reading?” Gabe says nothing, but flushes intensely. “Oh, Gabriel, pussy got your tongue? That’s right you don’t like pussy do you? You just like to hide behind the facade built around you, because why would anyone want or need to know the hot shot CEO is gay?” I taunt. “Take your vibrator and get your rocks off, unless you are man enough to follow through with those promises.”

Greta asked with a looking hope that Ryan would tell her because she was so curious. Ryan snorted, "Eat your Lamina! it won't taste good when it's cool," he said without turning to look at Greta. Greta pursed her lips in disappointment at not getting on answer. She played with her lamina while her mind wondering about how Kate was able to have an affair with Gaston. She frowned, remembering the appearance of Gaston who had a neat hairdo like Great Gatsby. She looked up at Ryan and tilted her head in disbelief. How could Kate cheat on someone as cool as Ryan with someone like Gaston?

***ESTHER*** I sit in the chair in the garden in front of the university. Honestly, I don’t know what do I want from Caden. I hate him coming nearer to me. It makes me feel like he is going to read everything that I have been hiding from everyone but the uninteresting fact is that I hate him when I told him to stay completely away from me. What does my heart want actually? I unpack my bag and take out a book from my bag. It’s THE GREAT GATSBY. I have read this book several times and every time, I read this book, my heart cries for Jay Gatsby. But I don’t think I can do that anymore.

She had seduced him so well that no woman could seduce him now. They entered the limousine—which he owned, of course—and their valet drove them to the gala that a famous tycoon running for senator held for all the businesspeople. As they entered the gala, everyone was, of course, captivated by her. Known as Gabriel's wife, Mrs. Lawson. Gabriel was, of course, a doting husband, and every tycoon was a little self-conscious about their bodies whenever they looked at him and his beautiful, sexy wife.

I turn around to meet his chest, and naughtily grabs his balls, "They're soft too." He groans when I cup them, "Don't do it. I still want kids." I ignore his warning and let them roll on my palm, just playing with them like they're two big marbles, "Gay dads are so hot." "Yeah?" "The whole thing about being masculine and sexy but you can't get your hands on them, or the fact they'll never be interested in you, makes them soooo much hotter." Then I realise he's semi-hard, again. But this time I'm not wearing make up, or have my hair curled, not even putting on the corset or fuck-me heels so what gives?

“What are you all even talking about? Why would I get married to some random dude. I don’t even know him or even if I did, I do not want to get married.” “Look at this from a brighter perspective, Felix.” “You know, all my life,” Felix scoffed. “I’ve always thought you both were secretly homophobic towards me and here you both are. Asking me to get married to a man.” “This isn’t about being homophobic or not,” his dad said then exhaled. “The youngest billionaire in our country is gay too. And luckily and quite surprisingly, they are interested in you. You should jump at it. This is an opportunity for you to be-“

I stare at him for a moment, confused, and then slowly I start to look around the room and realize that everyone around us at the bar or the little booths…everyone is sitting in same-sex couplings. “Oh my god,” I breathe, my face breaking into an excited smile as I whip my face back to Daniel, thrilled. “Did you bring me to a gay speakeasy!?” “Welcome to Green’s,” he says, giving me a little smirk and raising his newly-delivered second Manhattan to me. “The most discreet, private, and expensive gay club in our fair city.” “Ohmygod,” I say again, so fast and excited that it’s all one word, looking around again, absolutely buzzing with curiosity. “Do you come here all the time? Why do they cal

Daisy raised his left eyebrow and sneered at Matilda. “Am I the one you’re calling stupid, you gay?” Matilda’s nostrils flared because of her anger to Daisy. Daisy’s eyes rolled before flipping his hair eventhough it was short. He is gay but not openly gay. At first glance, he looks handsome because he has a man’s haircut and well-groomed. “Is there anyone else here?” Daisy acted scared. Shaina laughed at her friend and looked around to see if there was a ghost. Matilda wanted to curse the gay but Angeline stopped her.

To him, I would be nothing more than a stranger in a well-tailored dress. ​“One million dollars, going once,” the Mayor’s voice crackled through the monitors, sounding small compared to the gravity of Silas’s presence. I stared through the glass at the leather-bound book on the pedestal: The Great Gatsby. A first edition. It was my favorite book—the one I had read to Silas by the fireplace when the world was still quiet, the one whose ending we had debated until the sun came up. He wasn’t just bidding on a luxury item; he was bidding on a memory he thought was buried in ash. My heart didn’t break for him; it hardened. He was throwing money at a ghost, trying to buy back a piece of the soul h

"You can't just pretend the hurt didn't happen. Gatsby was in love with a memory, Tamine. He wasn't in love with the real Daisy. The real Daisy was messy, and selfish, and careless. She liked shiny things. She liked the security of Tom's old money. Gatsby built an entire empire for a ghost." He reached across the table, his long fingers lightly brushing the edge of my open notebook. The casual contact sent a jolt of electricity up my arm. "I don't want a memory," Evans murmured, his gaze dropping to my lips before slowly rising back to meet my eyes.