روايات وقصص ضمن The Great Gatsby

***Fiona His driver walked around and opened the door for us. Greyson reached over and roughly took my hand, almost dragging me out. Vomit sat high in my chest. His proximity alone made me nauseous. I glanced up – Carter Mansion, the largest home sitting at the peak of The Hills. It was like a castle placed on top of a castle, with furnished rooms stretching in every direction. Immaculate stone carved siding lead to valley peaked roofs, showcasing gorgeous marble pillars at the entrance. Large, rounded windows scaled from floor to ceiling.

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.

Diana asked. "Wealthy? Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten the Greysons. The man who used to be our gardener when we were little." "Uhh… I can’t remember." "Come on, Di. The gardener with the two-year-old daughter. Drietty used to share her toys with her." "Ohuu! That one? I remember now! But how did he become wealthy?" "When he lost his wife, Lady Miyani gave him one of her companies so he could raise his daughter better," Cardi explained. "But don’t ever call them wealthy. They’re rats compared to us."

“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.”

It glows with warm light against the night sky, exactly how it's portrayed in an old-money movie with the fountains, extensive gardens, and the long curvy driveway. Think The Great Gatsby. The car finally comes to a stop near the entrance, and I try to steady my breathing properly. The driver steps out first and opens the door for me politely. Immediately, I see Carter standing there waiting for me beneath the lights. I take a deep breath before stepping out in the blue dress, and Carter's eyes lift toward me, and everything around us suddenly feels romantic. His gaze moves over me slowly, almost like he’s checking something or like I remind him of a memory he

"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.

I never had any interest in working on a farm, and I was great at engineering, so I promised myself that if I lived, I would return to doing what I love. I enfold him in my arms as a sudden wave of gratitude washes over me, both because he is still alive to tell the story and because he came knocking on my door. "I just can't believe there are people out there like that, gangsters in Scotland," said the speaker. "I just can't believe it." As he moves away from them, he laughs and says, "Hardly gangsters." "Just extremely risky assets to deal with." "So, how are things doing with your ex these days?"

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.