The Great Gatsby Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Greta asked with a looking hope that Ryan would tell her because she was so curious. Ryan snorted, "Eat your Lamina! it won't taste good when it's cool," he said without turning to look at Greta. Greta pursed her lips in disappointment at not getting on answer. She played with her lamina while her mind wondering about how Kate was able to have an affair with Gaston. She frowned, remembering the appearance of Gaston who had a neat hairdo like Great Gatsby. She looked up at Ryan and tilted her head in disbelief. How could Kate cheat on someone as cool as Ryan with someone like Gaston?

Reynolds and his shady real estate dealings. We worked for a while before jayden got a call for a meeting somewhere. "I'll leave from there. Go home once youre done," he said as he pulled on his suit jacket. "Sure, bye." i said, watching him walk off. he seemed busier as the Gala approached. it was apparently a great deal for the Steele family and other business moguls. I spent the rest of the day sorting theough documents, making appointments and arrangenets for the party.

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