The Great Gatsby Chapter 1 Quotes Novels & Stories

‘Hi,’ he said. ‘Hi,’ ‘Have we seen each other here before?’ he asked. ‘I don’t remember.’ ‘Okay.’ ‘I have to go.’ I said. ‘Goodbye.’ I walked away smiling. And I told myself; I was here. *** Chapter 41: I Found the One

When they said it was themed I didn't think it would look this great. The Jazz music player my softly in the background, beautiful people in beautiful clothes, the decoration in its own was just out of this world. I have read The Great Gatsby and tonight I felt like Daisy Buchanan. "This place looks amazing, must have cost a fortune to put together." I said. "Well it didn't even put a dent in their bank account, they throw parties like annually." Nick said and took two glasses of champagne from one of the waiters that was passing. "Here you go beautiful lady..." He said and gave me a glass of champagne.

A bright light flashed around us and instantly we were back in my mom's house in Salem. Gatsby sat on the counter, licking his mouth. "Where have you been?"

I realized then that the only seat available was the one directly beside the guy with tattoos beside the window… Fuck, since everyone stared at me like I held the black plague, what is he going to do? He might cuss me out, or worse….shit. I swallowed, but pushed past the tension in my bones, before I walked over to him. “C-can I s-seat next to y-you?” I hated my stutter, but couldn’t help it. I stared at the table, only to see that a copy of The Great Gatsby lay on it. He doesn’t say a word, but there’s a subtle nod from him, followed by his ears turning a soft shade of pink.

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His hand slid beneath my dress, fingers tracing the trembling line of my thigh until they found the damp cotton of my panties. “You’re already wet,” he said with quiet satisfaction. “You like being touched like a dirty whore. Don’t you Zoe?.” I gasped when he tore them aside, sliding a finger inside me without warning. My back arched, a cry breaking free, but his mouth captured it with a hard, claiming kiss. He pulled back only to whisper, “Say it. Say who you belong to.” “You,” I panted. “Mr. Gatsby, I belong to you.”

As I stepped outside, she yelled after me: “IF HE DOESN’T FEED YOU, COME HOME!” I waved without looking back—because if I did, I might lose my nerve completely. The closer the car got, the quieter my thoughts became. The city blurred past, each turn tightening my stomach. By the time the gates of Z Mansion appeared, glowing beneath the noon sun like black marble dipped in gold— I wasn’t breathing right. Slate stood by the door again, impeccably dressed, unreadable as ever.

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

Reminds me of the house in The Great Gatsby. "Your house is beautiful Mr. Lave..err...William," I stammered. "Thank you. I worked very hard to accumulate this much wealth. I assume a young man like you will be able to get here at some point. I wish, old man! I thought. My eyes wandered around the room. I saw a few picture frames on the mantle so I decided to check them out. Mr. Laverne didn't say anything and let me conduct my own observation.

She said in her slimy, Italian accent. “You only come to see me when something bad happens. It seems you've been waiting a long time for this to happen.” I crossed my arms over my chest. “Caden!” Jonathan barked. “You will not speak to her like that!” “Ah, I see. The calvary is here. Want me to give you a round of applause?” I said with sincere sarcasm. “Caden, stop that.” Gatsby shot me a glare. “They have something important to tell you.”