All American Novels & Stories

she said, looking me over with concern. “You know how all my dresses fit, Mom. I’m not changing into something that makes me look like a nun,” I answered directly. “Besides, with all the extra food you prepared, it’s clearly a close family member coming. So it’s fine—I’m not dressing like this for some stranger.” “Honey, what your mother means is…” Dad began, but the front door swung open at that exact moment. And there stood Uncle Darius in the entrance. His powerful frame dominated the space.

I got a king, and Ian got a two. My entire body trembled with excitement. After being crushed by failure for so long, it felt like a long-overdue reversal. No one else could possibly understand what that moment meant to me. "You've got the highest card. You call," someone said. Ian remained seated, calm as ever, like a sly old fox watching me with unreadable eyes. I closed my eyes briefly, then opened them and pushed all my chips forward. "One million dollars." Gasps erupted across the room. Every single gaze snapped toward me.

I said, doing a slow three-sixty in front of the mirror, watching how the outfit made my breasts look full and perky, my nipples faintly visible through the thin fabric. “There’s still more to try, bitch,” I added with a grin, already reaching for the next piece. Sadie laughed, flopping back on my bed. “You’re gonna have the whole family staring if you wear that to Thanksgiving. Especially that dude who lives next door—the one your mom insists on inviting for Thanksgiving every year. Wait — is he coming this year? The military one with the hot body? Damn, if I had a neighbor that fine, I’d be wearing shit like this every day just to tease him.”

The hurt in his voice killed me. “Oh, Henry.” My shoulders slumped. “I can’t be with you. You’re a prince. I’m just an American girl. I’m not special.” “You are.” He took a step forward. “You are so special.” “I am only a liability to you,” I replied. I forced my voice to stay steady. “I’m not what you think I am?” “You aren’t perfect? Beautiful? Thoughtful? Kind? Smart?” Henry shook his head. “No.”

As if she wished every single one of us were dead. I was jerked off my thoughts when I felt my sister's hands tap my shoulders. "Huh?" "Pay attention to the game, Anna. You're losing", Amelia said between giggles. "Can you stop giggling? It's distracting me", I turned to Amelia who only giggled harder, "You're so annoying". I smiled.

" Nessa pulled us along. We quickly gave up our search for office supplies, thinking that it would be best to just order online. Seeing that no store sold what we had in mind. Sitting at the food court, Nessa got distracted by all the shirtless men that walked by. It was like they were having a competition to see who had a better upper body and skinnier legs. Nessa didn't seem to mind that, though. "Ooh, this one right here." She pointed to a Jason Momoa look alike. "Now he can get it.''

“Nice night?” Jacob asked with a smirk. “Yes. It's not everyday the Lord leaves the house after all.” I shrugged. “That's not what I meant but okay.” said Jacob. “What did you mean then, Jacob?” Bosvana asked. “Nothing.” He shrugged. “By the way, I'm going to eat breakfast with everyone today.” Helen gasped horrifically, her fingers tangled in her dark healthy hair. “You never do that!” “I know. That's why I'm going to. In this mansion, we only have us.”

I'm full with the joy of spending this weekend with this beautiful and wonderful people over here. What matters is that we all are together at last.we are " CRAZY BEAUTIFUL US"

I whispered, my voice trembling with a desperation that scraped at my pride, "bring more medicine and nutritious food for Donna. She has to heal from her wounds." The prison guard standing before me, his face hardened by years of service, avoided my gaze. I caught a flicker of shame in his eyes, a reminder that I was once his Alpha, once the proud leader of the Western Pack. His head bowed slightly, a subtle, silent confession of his guilt.

They then pulled me away from the door and pushed me farther into the living room. "Drive safe, Mr. and Mrs. Sallow!" Adrian called out to them, waving Mom goodbye. "What matters? What matters are you attending to?" I was still shocked and couldn't snap out of my daze just yet. I stared at Mom's sly smile in confusion. It was already getting dark out. What matters could there be for them to attend to so late in the day? "Don't bother about us. Hurry up and get dinner! Everything's getting cold at this point!"