The Great Gatsby Novels & Stories

The book she’d ended up with was a first edition of The Great Gatsby, its cover embossed with gold lettering. It was beautiful, but it wasn’t hers. And when she flipped to the inside cover, she saw the name scrawled in elegant cursive: Robin Nasir. The name sent a shiver down her spine. Robin Nasir was the golden boy of Coastal Field Royal, the rich kid everyone whispered about. He was the one girl from both the private and public schools dreamed of, the one with the smirk that could make hearts skip beats. Jasmine had never paid him much mind. Boys, in her experience, were trouble. Especially ones like Robin. Her sister, Nadine, was the opposite.

“I see you've got a filthy mouth.” Avery smiled sweetly. “I usually save it for people who deserve it.” I didn't bother interfering. I wasn't worried because Natalia had just picked a fight with the wrong woman Natalia scoffed. “I see that Riley surrounded herself with ill-mannered people.” Avery's smile disappeared. "And here I thought expensive clothes were supposed to buy class.” Natalia laughed coldly. “Do you even know who I am?” Avery folded her arm. "No." She paused thoughtfully. "But judging by your attitude, you're probably unemployed.”

"Basil wasn't a fan of Dorothy when she arrived at the household. Out of the two, he was the more superstitious one, and always believed that newcomers were harbingers of bad luck." "Not really following that, but okay. So... he didn't serve her or anything like that?" "No, no. He still served her, as he was the cook of the house. But there was no shortage of complaints, according to some of Uncle Emile's letters." He took out a small, weathered envelope with the name "Daisy" on the front. He opened it carefully and revealed another letter. The handwriting was neater compared to Basil's. "Here's Emile's letter to Daisy, their sister, my great-great aunt." He handed to her.

Since Kerry has relocated, I will infer that she is in good health, unless Kiran was overcome with fear and hid the body! After I had finished using the restroom, I stripped off my smelly, sweaty clothes and hopped into the steamy shower. When the water splashed across my face, fragments of the previous evening began flooding back to me, much like a slideshow being played in front of my eyes. I should not have purchased those five bottles of Prosecco. The random guys trying to get into Lucy's trousers regret buying the shots, which is referred to as "Regret." My inappropriate behavior with the attractive doorman, which resulted in us being admitted to the VIP lounge because I didn't stop him

After fixing myself, and checking the documents that I need, I head to my old apartment. I am about to call an uber when a car honks at me. And yes, it was a very familiar luxurious car, with an AI named Greta. As soon as the car honks at me, people at the entrance of the hotel look at me. When Dmitri gets off the car, people begin to murmur. I hear one woman say, "Isn't he the young billionaire who owns tons of hotels?" "Wow, isn't she a lucky girl?" another one says.

But I didn't know why they were making such a big deal, if anything I'm helping them. The professor crossed his arms, just staring at me like I’d ruined his whole day. “Alright then,” he said, voice low but sharp. “Since you seem to know better, Miss…” “Lena Hart,” I replied quickly, my heart already beating fast. “Miss Hart,” he repeated, slowly, like my name tasted bitter in his mouth. “Tell me, what’s the deeper meaning behind the green light in The Great Gatsby?” I froze. Shit. I knew what most people said it meant—hope, dreams, blah blah—but the way he was staring at me told me that wouldn’t be enough. He wanted something deeper. Something more.

Anything to get me out of this situation. "That's alright. In case you change your mind, give me a call, I will describe my house." She said, handing me over a card. Does she really not know who I was? I can't be attending parties like that, now can I? I collected the card from her and locked the door. I dropped the muffin basket on the table alongside her card. Since she had woken me up from sleep and I couldn't go back to bed, I decided to read my favorite novel of all time – The Great Gatsby.

"What bridge incident? What have you done now to embarrass this family?" Sophia yanked her arm away. "Worry about your own daughter's scandals, Sandra. God knows there are enough of them." She stormed up to her room, her mind racing. Lucas Vanderbilt had found her. The stranger from the club, the man who'd stopped her that night – he wasn't just anyone. He was *the* Lucas Vanderbilt. "Fuck," she whispered, sliding down against her closed door. * * * Lucas stood at his office window, watching the city lights flicker to life as dusk settled. His phone buzzed.

Explain yourself. Smiling, the wealthy lady shook her head and didn't bother engaging in further discussion with Susan. Instead, she walked toward Grace. Left alone, Susan stomped her foot in frustration. "Ms. Lewis." The wealthy lady greeted Grace with a demeanor that was in stark contrast to how she had spoken to Susan. Grace smiled. "Nice to meet you, Mrs. Wright." Evelyn Dixon, who was known as Mrs. Wright, didn't expect Grace to know her. She felt greatly satisfied.

CHAPTER 15 The Empty Seat at the Head of the Table The silence in the Crescent Estate was no longer peaceful. It was empty. The kind that would haunt you in sleep. It felt like the heart had forgotten its rhythm and stopped beating, leaving the rest of the body to wither. Roman stood in the centre of Elara’s study. Her scent lingered there, that expensive, crisp jasmine, and the faint, metallic scent of the "human" world was beginning to fade. Slowly by slowly.