The Great Gatsby Novels & Stories

"Just remember to make it up to me in the future." "That, I will!" Leah winked before giving me a deep, intense kiss. I chuckled and snuck a look at the man on Leah's bed. The man was bald in the center of his head and had a beer belly. He even wore a big, shiny gold watch wrapped around his wrist. As a sales manager, I had a keen eye for details and could tell this man was undoubtedly wealthy. That bothered me deep down, and I soon returned to my apartment unit for the night.

I'll be hungry again at the end. "You are... a woman who can make a baby... come on, I'm already hungry!" "Nah!" "It's true!" "You know, but it's so far away! Are you going to eat or run away from thieves? So fast and so far!" "There's one place that's good... cool," he said still walking fast. How many blocks have you passed? This is an office complex that is already quite far from the office. Yes, it's through the rat road, but it's also far, man! It's still midday... If I threw an egg on my head... the egg would be done, it's too hot.

When they said it was themed I didn't think it would look this great. The Jazz music player my softly in the background, beautiful people in beautiful clothes, the decoration in its own was just out of this world. I have read The Great Gatsby and tonight I felt like Daisy Buchanan. "This place looks amazing, must have cost a fortune to put together." I said. "Well it didn't even put a dent in their bank account, they throw parties like annually." Nick said and took two glasses of champagne from one of the waiters that was passing. "Here you go beautiful lady..." He said and gave me a glass of champagne.

But I really wasn't ready to go inside and face my fears. “I'll be right back.” “Take your time.” Zeke says, pulling out a thin, paperback book from his pocket. I notice the title and smile when I see that he is reading The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald. “I have my book to keep me occupied.” “It's a pretty good book.” I tell him with a smile. “It must be. This is my fourth time reading it.” He tells me with a grin and I chuckle. He and I are so much alike. I reread my favorite books too; I've read Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte six times.

Scarlett caught up with Chuck and said. When she was only ten years old, Scarlett first learned the most important lesson of her life. There’s no such thing as a free lunch. *** Chuck drove the car directly to Mystic Night Garden– French for “The Garden.” As everyone in the area knows, Mystic Night Garden is the largest and most luxurious private club for the wealthiest people in Irving. It covers a huge estate and has everything you could imagine: restaurants, bars, nightclubs, fitness centers, bowling alleys, golf courses, and more. Scarlett was quite familiar with this place already, but she pretended to be a first-timer.

I wanted to run, to disappear, but my body moved slowly, as though caught in invisible chains. The phone on the nightstand lit up, its screen flashing with alerts. At first, I ignored it. I did not want to know. I did not want to see. But curiosity, cruel and relentless, pulled me toward it. My fingers curled around the device, and with a single swipe the headlines bloomed before my eyes. And I broke all over again. Gold Digger or Mistress? Socialite’s New Life Sparks Outrage. From Divorce to Disaster: Ava Reynolds Clings to Another Powerful Man.

Alexander The highway stretched before me, concrete and asphalt blurring beneath my tires as I pushed the Aston Martin to uncomfortable speeds. My knuckles whitened around the steering wheel while my mind raced faster than the car. What the hell was I doing? Chasing after a woman who'd walked away without so much as a goodbye? "This is beneath you, Alexander," I muttered, easing off the accelerator slightly as I passed a state trooper. The last thing I needed was to explain to some cop why New York's most eligible bachelor was speeding to Connecticut like a teenager late for prom.

'He could at least pretend to like her company and not act like a douche,' she said to herself but just ignored him and focused her attention on her. “Good afternoon, ma’am and sir. What would you like to order?” The blonde looked at the man who now had shades covering his eyes. “I would like a latte and a slice of cheesecake, and he will have black coffee with cheesecake too.” “Just black coffee?” She glanced at the man and then returned her gaze to the lady. “Yes, just black coffee.” “Okay then, I will get your orders to you soon.” She smiled and turned to leave but stopped when the man spoke.

We sat on his couch with our legs tangled and our laptops open and we showed each other the things we’d hidden. He went first. A folder on his desktop – no label, just a date. Essays he’d written and never submitted. A piece about the first time he stepped on ice after the expulsion and how the sound of his blades was the only thing that had ever sounded like forgiveness. A half-finished page about his mother’s handwriting – how he’d memorized it from a birthday card she’d sent when he was nine and tattooed it on his ribs so she couldn’t take it back. Notes in the margins of his Gatsby copy that I’d seen before but never read closely, and now that I did, the breath left my body. She sees the

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