روايات وقصص ضمن The Great Gatsby

"Your secret's safe with me." The coastline continued to unfold beside us. Malibu appeared, its famous beaches dotted with sunbathers and surfers. Expensive homes clung to the cliffs, their architecture ranging from classic Mediterranean to ultra-modern glass boxes. "See that house?" Alexander pointed to a particularly impressive structure. "That's where Leonardo DiCaprio filmed the party scene in Gatsby." "Really?" "Or so I've heard. Could be complete nonsense." He grinned. "But it makes a good story."

I said, "they're just men. Not worth our tears. From now on, let's just enjoy our vacation. All these years of designing have earned me enough to live lavishly for the next thirty. Are you really going to let some cheating man ruin your mood?" I knew Rachel well. She was a shameless little money-grubber to the core. But back then, she had chosen to be with Lex when he had nothing—not a cent to his name, cast out by his family. In their worst days, they survived on two plain meals a day, often just stale bread. She never once complained. Then Lex founded Rangoon Ventures, rising step by step, eventually devouring his family's empire. He became a man of status, admired and envied.

That's how overwhelming this place looked, it had definitely improved since I was a kid, but there was something wrong. "Uh, why's it empty?" I asked Jessalyn when I noticed the lack of people in the streets. You would think with such a lively looking place that you'd see the richest of the rich walking around. I half expected Bentleys and all sorts of fast cars to be lined along the streets, with fashionable men and women walking around but instead it was just Jessalyn, the shop employees and myself. Jessalyn looked around, "Octavious," she said with an eye roll before she led us along, "I'm in the mood for that $100,000 Birkin bag that mum said I'd only get in my dreams."

It's just so mysterious as well as the edge of the universe. "This is The Great Attractor or a glimpse of what we've known and capture so far about it, it's the only object near our galaxy that we haven't identified so far..", I look at Nox who's staring intensely at Mr.Lent speech. He still have my hand in his, and I just know for fact that he won't let it go if he is as serious as this. ".. so I present you to the stage, Admiral Desmos and Admiral Zekei..", with that the crowds clap again as he leave the stage then Admiral Desmos and Admiral Zekei go up the stage and start their speech.

He said hesitantly. I stared at him, he was such a good looking guy, his white blonde hair was messed up but I knew it was supposed to be styled back but messed up by the wind, his eyes were striking green, like the color of leaves and grasses. He was wearing a plain long sleeved v neck and black Jeans. A backpack slung behind his shoulder. "What are you doing here, Jack? You don't seem the type to be in a place like this, no offense." He looked like a good, nice, kind college guy. The type that married my golden sister. He was that good guy.

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

It is better to prevent that fr happening. Since I am the only one left in the house, I just read some books from the library. Yeah, you heard that right. Library. Miss Fatima is a bibliophile. My dad wants her to be happy so dad built a libraru inside this house. Miss Fatima said that they bought over a thousand books. "Hmm. What will I read?" I asked myself. At last, I get The Great Gatsby. I remember, when I was still a child, Rhea forces me to read this book instead of reading children's book. She said the children's book are just for brainless who will not succeed in life.

I'm assuming he doesn't know how to read yet because he was looking over the manu looking confused and his parents just chuckled at his confused expressions. "So Pepsi?" "Yes!" the little boy exclaimed. "Okay, and a glass of Pepsi" he said, turning his attention to me. I nodded, writing everything down. "I'll bring them right up to you." I loved coming to work, knowing I get to see people like that. As I was walking to the kitchen, I heard the TV. "Nicholas Ashford spotted with a woman coming out of a club yesterday. Could she be his secret lover?" the guy on the TV spoke. He was moving on fast.