The Great Gatsby Novels & Stories

I responded quickly to make her happy. Isabelle has expensive taste and tends to be jealous. She found out that I had helped Anna, which was why she asked for a Rolls Royce. I picked up my car keys from the table and headed straight to the parking lot, where Isabelle followed me eagerly. --- The Jackson Automobile Company had a wide variety of vehicles and is known as one of the most expensive car dealerships in New York. They are reliable car dealers. We were welcomed by their sales team, who wore orange vests with black stripes. Isabelle's heels clicked loudly against the floor as she walked stylishly, clearly amazed by her surroundings.

Chloe read it out to me. I rolled my eyes. "I can't believe that people are actually interested in all of this. What are they trying to make out of it? How does it have anything to do with them who he dates?" I asked Chloe. "Oh please Chloe. I just searched him up and he's a really popular media personality. He's rich. He's good looking. He's a CEO. And he has an art gallery, of course people are going to be interested in his life. He's really that amazing! But this article is weird....how can they call you Cinderella? And they are really quick! You just went out today. How were they able to get news of it so quickly?" Chloe asked me.

Gatsby always have trending news to tell, and everyone knows him to be a radio station that signals the hottest news to everyone in the clan. "Don't you run out of something to tell?" Ace asked, tucking his hands in his pants, as they walk. "As long as he's Gatsby the newscaster, he won't run out of something to say, so tell me Gatsby what news do you have to broadcast today?" Tornado asked. He's the youngest among the three, he has a blue bangs hair, which made him look like a teenager. "The boss ordered Miss. spitfire to be whipped to death" Gatsby broadcasted and Ace halted his feet immediately. "Why did the boss do that to her?" Ace asked worriedly.

Emma watched as her friend, Lady Clara, bid her goodbye at the front door of her lavish mansion. As she walked away, Emma couldn't help but feel envious of her friend's life. Clara had it all - a luxurious home, a handsome husband, and a life of wealth and privilege. But Emma couldn't help but wonder why Alexandro, the ruthless mafia billionaire, had chosen to marry Clara and not her. As she walked down the street, Emma's thoughts turned to Alexandro. She had always been drawn to the dark and mysterious, and Alexandro certainly fit the bill. She had met him several times at social events, and he had always intrigued her with his brooding demeanor and his piercing gaze.

Delilah "Thank you for trusting us with your garments, Sir," I said to the elderly man as I passed him a bag containing his clothes. "You always deliver. See you next time," he waved and took off. I watched as he slid inside his car and drove away. I heaved out a sharp breath, glancing around the neighborhood of Roseville. The area where my father's laundry shop was located was always quiet. I closed the door and walked back inside, crashing on the one-seater sofa that had been at the shop for as long as I could remember.

The realization hit me like a punch to the gut, leaving me feeling disoriented and unsettled. Scarlett arrived a few moments later, her expression one of mild annoyance. "Typical Stella, always keeping us waiting." The Fitzgerald estate sprawled before us, its grandeur and history evident in every meticulously crafted detail. It was a place of opulence and elegance, a symbol of a bygone era, and today, it was the epicenter of our legal battle.

I didn’t open it until I was parked in front of my building, the car still idling, my heart hammering so loud it drowned out the hum of the engine. The page loaded slowly, the spinning wheel taunting me. And then— The headline hit like a slap. “The Marriage Engagement of Mr. Maverick Shelby and Heiress Bianca Thomas.”

I instantly straightened up, feeling a blush creep up my neck. How audacious of me! Minutes later, I found myself in an estate that was legendary in the city. COMBS REGENCY I froze, trying to process the sheer magnitude of it all. Good heavens! I knew Xavier was wealthy, but was he really from *the* famous Combs family? I turned to stare at him again, but he just looked at me with an unnerving calm.

No sooner had I completely taken in all her golden beauty than her green eyes beamed with joy. Aha! Reading about him in magazines and watching him on television was not the same as seeing him again. He was a billionaire who was reported to be living a Gatsby kind of lifestyle. Unsure of whether the cameras had done him enough justice, he still managed to maintain his good looks and even look much better over the years. His memory, however, had never been one of his best qualities, and as I tried eavesdropping, I wondered if he even remembered me. But how could he? He has a lot of women running around him. How will he remember me? I wouldn’t remember myself…

This exquisite gown had been personally tailored by the renowned designer, Summer Carter, known for her exceptional creations in the bustling city of New York. Lost in his own thoughts, Storm continuously glanced at his watch, oblivious to Scarlett's graceful descent. He had no desire to attend the event, preferring to immerse himself in his work rather than partake in such gatherings. However, he had no choice but to attend, as the man in question was a new investor.