The Great Gatsby Audiobook Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

Hand on the knob. The house burned behind her, slowly, elegantly. The kind of fire that didn’t destroy, only reminded you what had already been lost. She didn’t look back. Didn’t breathe. Didn’t cry. She turned the handle. The door creaked open. And behind it, There was no sky. No ground, Just a single chair. Facing away from her. Someone sat in it. Reading, A book made of bone. Their voice hummed. And the page they read out loud was Chapter 101.

nothing. No sound. No weight. No "Source." Just the absolute, terrifying silence of a blank page. --- ## Chapter 81: The Morning of the First Day I woke up to the sound of a ticking clock. It wasn't the rhythmic, mocking heartbeat of the typewriter from the Archive. It was a soft, mechanical *tock-tock-tock* that smelled of old wood and lemon polish. I opened my eyes and found myself staring at a ceiling painted a soft, eggshell white. There were no "Logic-Lines" here. No glowing violet vines. No cracks of obsidian.

Hana knows everything. : Apparently. : Are you okay? : I don't know. : That's honest. : I'm trying. : Good. Keep trying. I set the phone down. The coffee is cold. The rain has stopped. And somewhere across the city, Celeste is waiting. End of Chapter 125

Who would have guessed he reads. My curiosity gets the better of me and matches it. The first book I spot one hundred years of solitude. I haven't read it so I decide to move to the next, The Great Gatsby. Am familiar with it so I pick it off the shelf and sit on his bed. The book is dusty like it hasn't been read in a while. Am so absorbed in it until someone snatches it away from me. "Get out!" I look up. Quinn is staring at me super mad.

He asked, yawning as he closed his and slipped the cap onto the open pen, he leaned back into the chair as I set my phone onto the table. "It was good... a bit boring", I said, trying to cover the real truth. I had never called a book boring in my lifetime, but with him in front of me, everything else became boring to look at or even do. "How was your book?" I asked, and he began telling me how the book was, and I listened intently hoping he kept analyzing his book. He proved my theory right, everyone in The Great Gatsby was somewhat mentally ill, they were no good guys or girls, just people getting by.

I looked around, searching for Kealey. I heaved a sigh and smiled in relief when I saw Kealey. She was sitting on a bench. I ran towards her. I stopped running and furrowed my eyebrows when I took in the condition she was in at the moment. *** A/N: Happy New Year, 2021 (January 3). This is the first chapter of this book for the year. I hope you enjoy it! Thanks for reading. Ignore any grammatical errors you might notice. Don't forget to check my other books out here on Goodnovel.

Gladly and over again just to get inside her. Chapter 2.8 Great Head and Weird Baggage, Xoxo Nyx

And I already knew that I was going to have the time of my life. With that thought, I lulled myself to sleep. _---------_----------_------ That's chapter 1. Please tell me what you think. The Garbas will soon make an entrance don't worry. Plea Vote on this chapter, Comment and Share. All my love😘

He thought — and the thought arrived simply, without announcement, from the ground of him — he thought: I am glad. End of Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Four

Chapter 1 22:33 Oct 24, 2022 (UTC+0 17:03 Oct 24, 2022) 1087 words Drafts(2) Trash(0)  Your modification request for this episode is under review by your agent. Chapter 17 Scarlett The next day was as usual and surprisingly no one visited me. I found a few books that were placed on the table. It was the Harry Potter series. Taking the book, I went to bed and hopped up. Leaning back, I started reading. The book captivated me wholly and I didnt know how many hours passed until a soft knock came on the door.