The Great Gatsby Novels & Stories

The two of them opened their books and read, serenaded by the crackling and popping of wood, the atmosphere warm and comfortable. Within the first few pages of The Great Gatsby, her mind was transported back to 1920s New York. It had been a while since she read an actual book, most of her reading pleasure dedicated to fashion magazines and social media. She hated to admit she was glad there was no Wi-Fi or cell phone service in this neck of the woods. Chris explained earlier that he wanted this place to be a rustic respite from the busyness and time-suck electronics

Alex Goldman, one of the richest bachelors in Los Angeles, was known to throw the biggest, most extravagant parties in the city. Automatically, all the rich people were invited to his parties. Anyone who was a celebrity, a rich businessman, a smoking hot girl, or easily found on G****e for being famous, was allowed entry. This was Alex’s attempt at mimicking Jay Gatsby, from the movie The Great Gatsby, though he did not have a special girl that he waited for because every girl at the party was a potential one-night stand for him.

Harry gulped again, why was he always surrounded by crazy women? "Ahahahaha....!" Harry laughed softly but filled with pain, "I just want to read a few history books. Because the man who loves history is said to be sweet and is liked by many women. Do you know the history of books and nature, let alone the history of his future girlfriend? Isn't that right?" Harry played one eye on Lis who immediately looked embarrassed. "Ahhh I see, it's you. It could be!" Lis patted Harry's arm again with that shy smile

CHAPTER 1 — THE LATE RETURN I really shouldn’t have been there after closing time. The sign on the door already read “Closed” in elegant gold letters, and the lights inside Marcus Vale’s bookstore were dimmed to that soft amber glow he always left on for the night. I stood outside for a full minute, debating whether to just slip the book through the mail slot and run. But the book was rare — a 1923 first edition of The Great Gatsby with handwritten notes in the margins, and I couldn’t risk damaging it.

R Y A N "David! Get out of the bathroom! We're going to be late," I yelled at the door. The lazy bum who had been in there for over an hour. Today was the day we were going on a hike and I couldn't be more excited. This day was beautiful in Big Sur, a perfect place in California to have the vacation we needed. But of course, David was taking his time to get ready. I wondered why he was taking all that time to groom himself up. It was just a hike.

Saying it felt foreign. “You got to be kidding me,” the girl beside Brie said. “You’re boyfriend is Vincent Beckett? The heir of the Beckett Enterprise and CEO of Dreamweaver company?” “Yup,” I replied with a shrug not wanting her to make a big deal about it. “You know them?” Brie asked the girl beside her. “Everyone knows them,” she replied bitterly. “They are usually referred to as the golden boys.” That was new to my ears. Curiosity got the best of me and I can’t help but ask, “Golden Boys?”

he said with much conviction, slammed the signed paperwork and slammed it on the huge burgundy conference table then walked out of the room. As the sun rose over the sprawling Carter estate, the palatial mansion stood as a beacon of old-world charm and aristocratic grandeur. In the master bedroom, Mrs. Eleanor Carter sat at her vanity table, her reflection that of elegant beauty, she applied her makeup with practiced precision, her mind racing with the weight of the news she had received the night before.

His whole demeanor screamed of elegance one couldn't help but admire. He was an epitome of class to the core. With dark shades on, he stormed out of the mansion and made his way to his limited edition Ferrari. The Ferrari cruised along the highway with the hustles and bustles of the city together with horns and screeches of vehicles adding to the irritation he was already feeling. "Good morning boss. Good morning chairman. Good morning sir," his employees chorused as he made his way into the company. "Chairman," Jeffrey, his personal assistant, greeted with a slight bow as he followed behind to the last floor of the company which was Ryan's office.

They say that you shouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth and I’m trying like hell to do that but…after three months of cat and mouse games, my prey just walked into my office and delivered herself to me. A gift horse indeed. Or maybe a Trojan horse? What’s Dobrev up to now? Our middle man, John, welcomes her in with a bow. “Miss Dobrev, you’re looking well.” he says. “Uh huh.” She nodded, “You’re looking…prosperous.” She tells John. I’m hard put not to snort with laughter.

Nathan spoke in a quiet, personal tone. A faint smile curved Anita's lips. "I've always been prepared." When the driver unlocked the door, Nathan was the first to emerge, his imposing figure drawing notice right once. Anita trailed behind, her scarlet gown cascading down the marble stairs like molten fire. The atmosphere changed as soon as they walked into the magnificent ballroom. People's eyes shifted. There were whispers. Anita Grant, the notorious person. The lady who became the wife of one of New York's most influential billionaires after rising from nothing. They hated her. envied her. And they were afraid of her tonight.