All American Dream Novels & Stories

"I understand that you're looking for answers, but it's important to remember that sometimes we don't have all the answers. It's okay to not know what's going on, and it's okay to feel confused and uncertain. It's also okay to take the time you need to process and heal.” I don't know what to do. Tears stream down my face as I tell my therapist about the dreams I've been having for months. In them, I'm transported to another world where I'm with a group of werewolves. Nikau, the alpha, is my mate, and we have this amazing connection. But now, I'm starting to question whether it's all just a dream. What if it's not real? What if Nikau and the pack are just figments of my imagination? The thera

"They think you're just mooching off them. It must be awkward, right? I don't want you to be mistreated because of me." After that, it got harder to look Anna in the eye. Meanwhile, Michael and Chloe were fighting more often too. I thought maybe life would have settled into this strange rhythm… until I ruined everything with my own pride and blind trust. "Joel, help me! I fell down a hill—my stomach hurts so bad—I'm so scared!" Anna's voice rang out in a panic. I shot up in bed, drenched in sweat, only to realize it was a dream. I had just seen her, but I already missed her again.

I donated every cent of that money to children in the impoverished mountain regions. Not long after, Jacob was sued by the Ardenai police for child neglect, which led to the child's death. When I saw the news, I simply glanced at it. Those things were already in the past. My happiness was right in front of me. "Tyler! Come downstairs for dinner! Your dad made your favorite braised short ribs." "Coming!" I quickly got up and ran happily toward my plate of braised short ribs.

Her father, Morris Strickland, couldn't accept what had happened and took his own life by jumping off a building. Her mother, Bethany Adkins, was shoved down the stairs by debt collectors and left in a vegetative state. In a single night, Melanie found herself abandoned by the world, left wandering the streets with only a few of her belongings. On her third night sleeping in the hospital corridor, Raymond had a falling out with his family. After selling everything of value he owned, he appeared before her with 18 thousand dollars. "Melanie, I'm homeless now, just like you. If you feel sorry for me, could you let me stay by your side?"

"Molly, if he's your mate, you have to be careful. You should reject it! You can't let a man who was just your mother's suitor, an old dude, become your everything. It's scandalous! It's messy! Your the Alpha’s child…" A bitter laugh escaped my lips, and a tear pricked the corner of my eye. "Reject it? Elara, it's not that simple. It's not just a feeling. It's... it's physical. Every night, when the house is quiet, I have these... dreams. Wet,-aching dreams about him. About his hands, his scent, the way he looks at me."

"Not a dream? This isn't a dream? This isn't going to disappear?" "Not a dream. This is real. This is us. This is forever. This is everything. This is all I've ever wanted. This is all I've ever needed. This is all I'll ever want. This is all I'll ever need. This is all I'll ever have. This is all I'll ever be."

It was all. A dream.

Actually, it was meant for two people. Unfortunately, most nights, she had been the only one on it. Without changing out of her dress, she slumped on the bed, shivering a little from the cold air from the Air Conditioner. Her head replayed Ms. Cornwell’s words. Would she end up like all the other girls she had paid off and sent out of the country?

I can say that once upon I dreamt of an alpha because I falls in love with Alpha Duncan in my dream but I ended up marrying Duncan from reality. END

But then, there were a few minor roles in indie films and two supporting leads in major movies featuring big time actors. A few reels were uploaded. Kris played them. "Wow," she commented out loud. "She's doing really well." The last reel was from a recently released western. One of the scenes was from her dream. Kris played it again. Confusion set it. She had never seen this movie and was positive she never saw this specific scene before tonight. How was she able to recreate it in her dream so vividly? Kris put her phone down. She recalled the dream. She could remember how angry she was and how hurt she felt when Liz pushed her away.