The Great Gatsby Audiobook Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

“I have received the remaining harmony from him and also cleared off my debts. I drop at his feet, no one can save me even if I scream and yell for help. I crawled back to my room waiting for my extinction. AN This is the first chapter of the book, please, don't judge me on my English, people make mistakes. Correct me with love and I will be thankful. Thank you for giving this book a chance, and please — do drop your comments.

The gray-coated man quietly whispered, "It remembers you." Adrian stopped. "I've never seen this book." The stranger looked into his eyes. "No." "But it has seen you." A low hum filled the island. The first page slowly turned by itself. The second page... was completely blank. Not a single word. Not a single mark. Only a tiny sentence appeared at the bottom. Place your hand here. The First Reader immediately raised his voice. "Don't." "If the book accepts you..." "...there will be no turning back."

My head doesn't think straight when too many people are around and I'm nervous as it is. "Gabriella, you forgot that this is my house and I have the spare key to your room." He reminds me and I hiss. "You also forget that you're such a messy animal, it'd take you hours to actually find them." I reply and he shuts up, finally giving up on trying to intimidate me. I peep through the door to see a distraught Martin furiously typing away on his phone. "Who are chatting with?" I ask as soon as I walk out but I don't get a reply, instead Martin just stares back at me like he was staring at a stranger or something.

I say confidently, sitting up straight. Dad shakes his head. "You're funny," he says, chuckling. "But I'm serious, Via," he adds, looking directly at me. He gets up and heads out the door to work. "Well, I guess I should try my best," I mumble to myself and start eating my breakfast again. ... As I'm trying to read 'The Great Gatsby,' I hear a knock on the front door. "Coming," I call out, rushing to the front door.

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.

We were the Authors of the Ordinary. "What now, Mommy?" Hope asked, leaning her head on my shoulder. I looked at the horizon, where the cracked moon was finally disappearing behind a bank of natural, grey clouds. "Now," I said, my voice warm and human. "We live the 192nd Chapter. And we don't worry about the Climax." The Audit is a Story. The Asset is a Memory. The North is Forever.

I picture his hands, his body, and before I know it, I’m lost in the memory, my fingers moving faster as I give in to the moment. And then I hear it. "That’s it, little deer, move those fingers quicker." The words are low, almost like a groan. My eyes fly open in shock, and my heart stops. Did I just hear that? I hit the rewind button, replaying the last 20 seconds of the audiobook, but it’s not there. There’s no trace of those words. I replay it again, just to be sure, but still… nothing.

Far enough to give her the space her body was still asking for. Should say something. Something helpful. Something that proved I wasn't just muscle and anger and a stick on ice. Something wise. Had nothing wise. The book was on the counter. Gatsby. The only book I owned – the one she'd made me read, the one I'd gotten a B+ on, the one that had rearranged something in my head I didn't know could move. Dog-eared. Coffee-stained. Spine cracked at the part we'd argued about during our first tutoring session.