American Dream Novels & Stories

"Ahh, ahh, you are going too deep," She moaned, leaning by her chest on the wall. "I know, no one can resist my thing," Subham said, pushing it into her from behind. Subham, 22-year-old, was the son of a rich merchant. He did nothing but f*ck. A f*ckboy who only thought that women were only meant for sex. He had small black eyes, pale yellow skin, half bald head with short brown hair, thin body and a humongous d*ck. You think that how did I know all this? Well, I watched him doing all those things which I always wanted to do.

Telling myself I fell asleep in a park was way better than saying than trying to explain how I got here. “ Yes, that's what it is! It's a dream!” I said aloud, convincing myself.

The Promise- The Toy Craig is huffing as he run as fast as he could. He's late and who knows what would happen if he doesn't enter the gate before seven o'clock. He woke up late and it's all thanks to his horny neighbors. Ah fuck! Not there Craig! Remembering what he heard last night still makes his cheeks burn. If only he's not out of budget hell immediately find a new place to stay but unfortunately, he's broke and asking for money to his father is never an option.

You could see Miana’s energy goes back to normal as she works professionally. My problems can’t get the best of me. I’m stronger than I was yesterday. I’ll cry but I will never surrender. I’ll go to America and will prove to everyone that I’m skilled and talented. I will reach my dreams all by myself and give my family the life that my father wanted. God is with me; I know I can do everything.

It was a long day at work, a typical Monday; it seemed to drag on as the time passed slowly. Mitchell and I sat down together at lunch and spent the entire hour talking about our wives. Their crazy dreams and alter egos had us both believing that in some way they might actually be intertwined somehow. It had only been three days since we all had dinner at mine and Abby's house, but Veda had already had another dream. Mitchell wanted to confide in someone that wouldn't think that his wife was crazy so that only left me. Who else could he talk to, about her dreams, that wouldn't think that she was crazy? If I thought Veda was crazy, I would have to think the same about my Abby. Especially, sin

She didn't want the story to go even close to what she was imagining. "I was only 16 when I was intrigued by this mafia world. I felt the power my dad held and couldn't help but crave the same. What can I say? I was a spoiled brat. Seeing people cry made me feel at peace." Lily gazed in his eyes, feeling sorry for some reason, "Although I never showed what I wanted to anyone, Derek... he saw the ambition I held in my eyes. He recognized it. I was unaware of the plans he had in his mind.

"Elias wanted to eat a Kidztopia Meal today, and the Amazingman figure came with it. I figured that the kids these days all love him, which is why I decided to give it to Lyanna as a present. "If she doesn't like it, I'll buy her something else tomorrow." "What five-year-old girl would like Amazingman?" I thought to myself heatedly. Even worse, the figure was a free gift, making it all too obvious that Matthew hadn't spent any time or effort picking out a present for Lyanna. He had completely disappointed her. I was about to say something when Lyanna beat me to the punch. "It's okay. Thank you for giving me this birthday present, Daddy."

“How long do I have to keep up with this? I tug at my hair, pulling it so hard it hurts. “How long before you get a job, Trent?” A loud crash sends my nerves spiking out of control. Trent grabs another vase and smashes it on the ground. A few drops of blood splashes on his shirt, but he doesn’t seem to care. “Do you think being jobless excites me too? Do you think I haven’t tried sending applications?!” “And what about menial jobs like mine? Is serving in a downtown restaurant too degrading for you? Is that why you prefer lounging all day on my bed? Is that why you’d gamble away foolishly while waiting for one big payment that’s never going to come?!”

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.”

for tonight, but Emma Clark's closet didn't have thousand-dollar gowns. “Tonight, we celebrate not just Carter Enterprises' success, but the power of the American dream,” Allen continued, raising his champagne glass. “When you refuse to give up, when you work harder than everyone else, when you believe in yourself even when nobody else does—that's when magic happens.” A woman next to me wiped her eyes with a silk tissue. “So moving,” she whispered to her friend. “A real poor-to-rich story.”