The Great Gatsby Novels & Stories

SCARLETT FOSTER The light tap from the driver on the front window snapped the intense spell hanging between us. Caleb slowly pulled his hand back, though his burning gaze lingered on my face for a heartbeat longer before he turned toward the door. The driver slid into the front seat, quietly offering a brief apology before turning the key in the ignition. The engine hummed to life, and the Maybach pulled away from the rain-swept harbor overlook, gliding smoothly onto the freshly cleared highway.

Shop was exactly what we did. That’s just how Jessalyn and I are, and that’s our love language and the only time we ever really get along. We could walk around and shop all day and never get tired of swiping any card as long as it was neither of ours. And this time it seemed that Jessalyn wasn’t holding back and it seemed like she was shopping with the intent of trying to max out Octavious’ card but it wouldn’t work because well, Octavious is worth billions.

They had turned their backs on me, with joined hands. My eyes fluttered open, I sat up quickly, and I saw a lady in a gold glistening gown, she had a tight smile on her face. She gestured to me to come close to her. She looked like she was in her late 30s, still very young with brown skin and jet black hair. Everywhere was cloudy as though we were in the sky, walking on clouds. I walked towards her, trying to see if I would fall. Oh… I forgot I’m already dead.

They reminded me a little of Troy's, but they were too bright and too yellow - like the cat's. "What did you do with Gatsby?" I asked, thinking I already knew. He shook his head, flapped his wings once before they settled at his side, and curled his tail around his body, the same way Gatsby did with his tail. "I am Gatsby, you foolish girl." "No you aren't. Gatsby is a cat." He looked like Abernathy, the dragon. The same one who also happened to be my aunt Cindy's dad.

My heels clicked sharply against the marble floor, the sound echoing through the grand hall. I stopped in front of James, lips curved slightly as I raised my glass toward him. “Don Hill, long time no see.” My voice wasn’t loud, but it carried clearly across the entire banquet hall. “Gerald Family from North Atlantis has come to visit.” “P-Pia?” James’s voice trembled uncontrollably. He reached out a hand toward me, as if trying to touch me and make sure I was real. However, Kane stepped forward, smoothly positioning himself between us, blocking James’s hand.

"Alright. If you're serious, we're diving straight into the heavy material. We are covering the themes of illusion versus reality in The Great Gatsby. Specifically, Chapter Six." "Ah, yes. Gatsby," Evans sighed dramatically, rubbing his jaw. "A guy who throws massive, ridiculously expensive parties, fills his house with strangers, and risks everything he has built just to get the attention of one specific girl. A completely unrelatable concept. I have no idea how to connect with this character." I felt a hot flush creep up my neck, betraying my calm facade. He was doing exactly what he promised not to do blurring the lines. I pointed the tip of my pen directly

I really can't understand men sometimes, they are very complicated and insensitive. I ended up packing my things up and I'm still figuring how to work this out without hurting anyone's feelings or messing up someone's life. I should make a plan that will fulfil this quest a hundred percent. An idea came up to me that draw a smile on my face. Hmmm, I can smell success! "Miss, this is too much", the cab driver tried to refuse the tip I gave to him by driving me to the mansion where my endeavour will be taking place. I can see his eyes growing wide while accepting my payment. He is about to give the change to me a while ago but I told him to keep it and disbelief was all in his face.

“Disgusting doesn’t even begin to cover it. They think they can gaslight me, call me a whore, question the babies’ paternity and meanwhile, Alessia’s out here crawling into bed with her husband’s brother.” Clara shook her head. “If this ever gets out, the Gatsby name is finished.” “Good,” I snapped. “Maybe it should be. Because right now it’s rotting from the inside out.” Clara’s gaze softened on me. “What are you going to do?”

I said when I finally arrived at a conclusion. From the other end, I could hear Emily's voice falling and rising, she sounded enthusiastic and excited. "There's great news, sir." "What is it about?" I asked in a way that seemed to cut her short. "The tranXglobal group. They are..." My heart pounded so hard against my chest as I heard the name. Excitement washed over me as my lips quivered. They are one of the largest businesses in New York City. "And what about them?" my voice was neutral now.

James stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his tie for what felt like the hundredth time. He was nervous about the gala night, not just because of the important people who would be attending but for the same reason his father asked him to attend, as he waited for her to get ready for them to leave. What was taking her so long? He had told her what time they needed to leave, and he had expected her to be ready by now; he thought l. Just as he was starting to get impatient, Isabella emerged from the bedroom, looking stunning in a red evening gown. But as James's eyes scanned her outfit, his expression turned from admiration to disgust.