The Gay Gatsby Novels & Stories

The book she’d ended up with was a first edition of The Great Gatsby, its cover embossed with gold lettering. It was beautiful, but it wasn’t hers. And when she flipped to the inside cover, she saw the name scrawled in elegant cursive: Robin Nasir. The name sent a shiver down her spine. Robin Nasir was the golden boy of Coastal Field Royal, the rich kid everyone whispered about. He was the one girl from both the private and public schools dreamed of, the one with the smirk that could make hearts skip beats. Jasmine had never paid him much mind. Boys, in her experience, were trouble. Especially ones like Robin. Her sister, Nadine, was the opposite.

When it comes to the man, Ethan is good at keeping secrets, he is very careful that no one will know and recognize him when he and his man go out. I had many ex-boyfriends and Ethan has also had many ex-boyfriends but we never once told our parents, because we are not serious about them. Then what's more Ethan, how is he going to introduce a boyfriend, right? It's a secret that he's gay. Our parents might even faint when they find out that what they thought was a prince also wants a prince.

Maybe he’d only invited her in here to uphold his party boy reputation. She considered letting one of the rings accidently bounce off the playboy’s head. But she valued her rep and her job too much to do that. She ditched the rings and started into her bendy poses. Nope. Shit. Even with her legs spread eagle, Grayson fuckin’ Godwin was reading the file in his lap. He was definitely gay. She got back to her feet and killed the music. “Would you prefer someone else Mr. Godwin? We aim to please. I know several Pages I could recommend sure to show you a good time.”

His gaze was cold, yet his charismatic aura silenced the crowd. Kimmy’s eyes widened. That man was not the fifty-five-year-old she had been told about. Kimmy’s heart pounded harder. She truly couldn’t understand. When she finally reached the altar, the man’s name rang clearly as the pastor introduced him. “Mr. Grayson Vanderbilt Blackwood.” Kimmy froze, her eyes growing wide. Grayson Vanderbilt Blackwood. The name was not unfamiliar. The richest young man in the capital, a billionaire known for his coldness, cruelty, and constant presence in business magazines and on television. Rumors even said he often changed partners.

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.

"You're gay, you ruin life! Why did you forget it! how is that now, how are we going to leave here, we don't have anything to pay for, you bastard!" "Excuse me ma'am and sir? Is there a problem?" I suddenly stiffened when the male waiter approached us. "A-Ah, w-no problem." I swallowed one after another because of my stuttering when I said that. It just nodded and left. "Hey you! Relax, relax there, I'm in love with you, you gay!" I said annoyed that I didn't even see any nervousness or fear in his eyes. Why! I think I'm the only one who's afraid of the two of us here! Am I being a bit obvious??

I threw away the bouquets and get-well card in the bin that were in my arms. It disgusted me how the world smiles in front of you when you are somebody and talk behind your back when you are nobody. I smirked and gestured the maid to wheel me, to the car. There were flowers everywhere in the bin where I trashed them. AUTHORESS'S P.O.V DAVIS'S MANSION The gate throw opened as a black Bugatti drove into the yard of the mansion. The car came to halted in the from of a large water fountain in front of the mansion.

“If only he was that cool and restrained.” Things have already started once we step inside. There’s an enormous table filled with hors d'oeuvres and several men tending bar. On the larger stage in the main room is a band playing jazz covers of Christmas songs that gives the whole party a Great Gatsby vibe. A fellow debt collector named Franky spots me from over at the bar and immediately comes over. “Aye, Dominic!” he howls, clearly already a few drinks deep. “How the hell are ya?” “Hey, Franky—”

“If only I could find the right words to describe him. I don’t understand why he doesn’t feel the same way I do. Could it be that he never wanted this marriage in the first place and only agreed because of his parents? Could it be he feels nothing for me at all? Or worse... maybe I’m not appealing enough to him as a woman. Maybe..." she swallowed hard, her eyes lowering in shame, “...maybe he prefers the opposite sex. I don’t know what else to think, Gina. I’m so confused. “If you ask me, I’ve done everything. I’ve tried to look beautiful for him, dressed up for him, smiled through everything. Even played dirty. I mean slotty dirty for him, but nar, nothing gets to him. The other day, I thou

"Not now Joanna. Just sit here." I shook my head as I looked at the dance floor. Alan was showing off his Michael Jackson moves to some girl, Brittany was dancing with that Australian twin, what was his name again? Gaby? Gary? Gatsby? Yeah that's right, Gatsby The Gambler. And Janice was dancing with someone familiar. I squinted my eyes to have a better look. Who was he? Channing Tatum? I snorted at my thought, like he would dance with her when I was there.