The Great Gatsby Novels & Stories

The Rutherford Tower was an upscale skyscraper and immersive restaurant located in the city's most expensive suburb. She rushed to the toilet to see what she could do. Her polyester shirt and plaid pants weren’t too bad, but they had definitely seen better days. She rolled her hair up in a bun and touched up her makeup. “Well, here goes nothing,” she murmured and went back to the office. Jayden was already standing, putting his files in his designer leather suitcase. “Let me help with that,” she hurried forward, taking the papers from his hand. She tried to ignore the way their hands brushed or how good his cologne was, but he didn’t budge from her side.

The car bumped hitherto rapidly from the large gravels that were used to floor the ground of the compound so despite the beauty, gabby couldn’t be more grateful that the car had finally come to a stop. Before she could help herself down from the car, Lukas was already at the door, opening it for her. She despised the horse fucker, but came down anyway. Dragging her gown and struggling to stand on her feet as the gown she was in was one size too big for her. The three maids were at the entrance to welcome her, they had heard that she was to be the lady of the house, a wife to their mysterious boss. Gabby stood despite the weight of the gown and scowled at Lukas who looked straight ahead, not

To fulfill his young girlfriend Wendy Baker's dream of becoming vice president, my husband faked amnesia after a car accident and used it as an excuse to strip me of my position. One afternoon, I happened to overhear a conversation between them. Wendy sounded hesitant as she asked, "Aren't you worried Elaine will never speak to you again if you do this?" My husband did not seem concerned in the slightest. "I'm only letting you have some fun for seven days," he said casually. "After that, I'll just tell her my memory came back. What's she going to do, hold a grudge against someone who was supposedly sick?" My footsteps slowed. I heard every word. However, instead of exposing his lie, I qui

Then he gently took my hand and helped me out, leading me towards the grand building ahead. My breath caught the moment I saw the bold inscription at the center of the building, “Winston Hawthorne Homes.” I froze. It was him. He owned the building. My jaw dropped as we stepped inside, my eyes darting around in disbelief, soaking in the sheer luxury and elegance of it all. He noticed the look on my face but said nothing. He just tightened his hold on my hand as we walked through the entrance and across the lavish reception. We took the elevator to the top floor, and he led me down a quiet hallway to a large room at the end.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXCXCXX When mansion security guards brought out the poor maid, a butler in his mid 50’s, Mr Martin, spoke up. "It doesn't seem like your decision was right, she has already pleaded with you and promised to fix what she did wrong." Judith furrowed her brows, "Tsk! I don't need her promise, promise are made to be broken!" Judith said coldly, obviously the words trust and forgiveness have no place in her heart. For the past seven years, anger and the desire for revenge have engulfed her heart and her former self who was kind, tender, and loving to others, has completely disappeared. The people she only trust is Mr. Martin, the seven Grandboss, and her husband who is the supreme

"Where is there any way?" "Where ever the road takes us this morning." "We have to be back by lunchtime." "Yes, I know, the lunch on the dingy." "It's a yacht." "Nah, I looked at the photos in the brochure, and it's dingy." She got on the scooter, helped Kodi settle in the basket, and then turned to Blake. "Hop on." "This is crazy," Blake whispered. But she found she felt an excitement bubble in her stomach. Carefully she got on behind Addie, careful not to sit too close, her butt almost hanging off the back.

I took a deep breath and said loudly, "The banquet's already paid for. Since the groom is trash, would you like to replace him? I've got 100 billion in assets, and I can promise you a lifetime of absolute devotion." A collective gasp swept through the room. Dylan pointed at me, shouting, "Summer, have you lost it? Do you even know who Mr. York is? You think he'd want a pregnant woman like you? Stop humiliating yourself!" Alice spat, "Shameless slut! You're so desperate to marry a rich man that you've gone insane!" Gabriel set down his glass and stood. At nearly six-three, his presence alone was suffocating. He didn't spare Dylan a glance. His eyes lowered to me, a faint smile tugging at his

Garren blurted out in the middle of breakfast. "Really?! What did she say?" Greyson asked enthusiastically. "She wants us to be in the mansion on Saturday for your Aunt Claudette's welcome party. They waited for us to get back from our vacation before holding the event." Greyson's eyes glimmered. "I can't wait! I really miss them and Fleur too!" He shrieked happily and turned to me. "Fleur is my pet. She's a Persian cat. Grandpa bought her for me for my birthday last year, but we can't have him here because dad is allergic to cats."

Great asked. "Never mind." "Okay, I'll be waiting in the sitting room," Great said and walked out. As soon as he left the kitchen, a got another text from the man on Halloween night, Raymond who was beside me saw the poem, and read it aloud, My love, You work joy in my heart, You are my drug, for I can't go a second without thinking of you. You own me, for my breath counts on your heart. My fingers itch for your flawless skin to pleasure in warmth-loving, and to taste the furnace of your charm.

Reminds me of the house in The Great Gatsby. "Your house is beautiful Mr. Lave..err...William," I stammered. "Thank you. I worked very hard to accumulate this much wealth. I assume a young man like you will be able to get here at some point. I wish, old man! I thought. My eyes wandered around the room. I saw a few picture frames on the mantle so I decided to check them out. Mr. Laverne didn't say anything and let me conduct my own observation.