American Dream Novels & Stories

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.”

I watched as she dragged another chair out of the shadowy corner of the room and sat after dusting it off, now on the same eye level with me. “As you know, or probably not, I’m not fully American,” she began casually, crossing one leg over the other like we were discussing something trivial like the weather. “When I came to America, I was hoping for a better life because that was what I promised my family back at home. They borrowed money so I could live out the American dream. Failure wasn’t an option. I had to be successful.”

She was basically stuck in the US, helplessly living a life in the rat race. "If.. If it's that bad.. How, then, did you come here?" Marie looked even sadder as she answered, "Growing up, both for me and my friends.. America was always the dream.. Everybody wanted to come here.. We thought it would automatically mean a better life for us.. We were being foolish, but we didn't know it.. I hoped all my life to one day get to America.. I learnt the language as fluently.. I read books, I watched movies.. I lived for America.. But then I got here and I realized it was all smoke and mirrors.. But by then, it was too late.. I couldn't go back.."

Mads whispered in awe of Quin’s gorgeous body. Quin was too good to be true. He had a body so magnificent, she’d only ever seen this level in movies and magazines. And the craziest thing about it was, this gorgeous man was hers. Quin, this magical being, was all hers. He’d said so himself. Quin—was her mate. Mads couldn’t believe it, and the temptation to pinch herself to prove she wasn’t dreaming, kept growing.

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"

Sure enough, the look in his eyes flashed confusion. "A nightmare? You haven't had one of those in years." I chewed on my lower lip causing the worry to grow evident on his features even more. I exhaled heavily as I knew he was waiting for clarification. "Not necessarily a nightmare. It was a dream where you guys were there to save me. I always dreaded waking up afterwards though. Because everytime I woke up, I realized that it was just a dream..." I felt the stinging sensation in my eyes and quickly took another deep breath.

Stella woke up and realized that it was already evening. She checked beside her but couldn't find David. "But I was sleeping on him so how come I didn't feel it when he woke up". She muttered to herself. She was about standing from the bed when a package with a piece of paper on it caught her attention. To the most beautiful woman in the world, put this on and meet me on the roof when you're done. She She quickly opened the box and there was a sparkling diamond dress in it with a matching diamond heels. She was awed by its beauty and didn't know what to do only to admire the beautiful dress David bought for her. She came back to her senses and went to shower before putting on the dress. Ther

“Draven Wade, Draven Wade is a multi-billionaire who has power in most countries over the world, he has the highest net worth in Atlanta, and he is the most ratted businessman too.” Allison explained. “Woah,” Xalia muttered. “Yeah girl, you are… “ “How come I have never heard of him in all these years? His name doesn't ring a bell.” “Well, he is off the internet, his picture isn't on the internet and just Wade is there as a name, he seems like a ghost or something.” Allison explained and Xalia sighed.

The crisp night air hit Matteo DiCarlo’s face as he stepped out of his car, the tires of his black SUV screeching as it came to a halt on the gravel driveway. The mansion before him was an ostentatious display of wealth—an image that now seemed tainted by the stench of desperation. He adjusted his tailored black suit, his piercing eyes scanning the surroundings as he walked toward the front door. A sense of impatience gnawed at him. He didn’t like waiting, and he certainly didn’t like dealing with people who couldn’t pay their debts.