The Great Gatsby Ending Novels & Stories

And no one could ever take that away from her again. THE END

“Home.” Together, hand in hand, they walked back to the car. And just like that, their story closed filled with love. That’s the end of the story of Sylvania Scarlet, once a fashion designer, to a Mafia queen. THE END

​Vivienne was gone, but Maya was everywhere in the white roses on the ridge, in the safety of the walls, and in the heartbeat of the little girl who would grow up knowing only the mountains and the love of the people who had survived the dark to bring her here. ​The Ghost had finally stopped running. And in the silence of the Adirondacks, the Bride was finally at rest. ​THE END

" She stopped. Her eyes darted from Lyssa to me. Lyssa's eyes found mine, lingered on mine, our eyes locked briefly, before she turned away and left. That was it. The End. The end of our story, the end of us, the end of our love story.

* *That had always been the whole point. **THE END**

I have one business deal to close, I'll be back. "Are you sure you're okay and left by this time is safe Darcy?" She asked with worried eyes. "I'll be back, Adrian," I said with a fake smile across my face. Adrian took Pink inside, I watched the bodyguard close the entrance door behind them. "Leo," "Yes Sir," "Take me to the flower shop on Fifth Avenue. The late one." He raised an eyebrow but drove me down to the shop.When we reached there, I bought a dozen of black rose flowers, the one that signifies endings and finality. I wrote a short note.

“It’s a deal, Matt. Anything as long as I’m with you.” The End

“I wish you all the best, my dear sister.” The End

Eyes filled with gratitude met Emma's, and the mansion's atmosphere seemed to sigh with relief. With the mystery unraveled, the ghostly figure dissipated into the night, leaving behind a sense of serenity. Emma emerged from the mansion, the moonlight casting a gentle glow on her face. Ravenwood, once shrouded in the mystery of the haunted mansion, now bore witness to a tale of love, loss, and the enduring power of discovery.

Is that not a valid life choice anymore? Cary looked almost relieved, the daft idiot. ‘So you’ll be alone?’ I didn’t answer. I just looked at him, imprinting this final, hopeless image of him in my mind, and said, for the very last time, ‘Goodbye, Cary.’ The lift doors slid shut, neatly slicing his expectant face from my view. The silence they left behind was golden. Portia immediately clapped her hands together. ‘Right! Celebration time!’ This involved her producing a bottle of ridiculously expensive champagne at three in the afternoon. Frankly, it was exactly what the doctor should have prescribed for post-divorce, post-attempted-murder recovery.