American Dream Novels & Stories

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.”

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"

I noticed Azzie freeze in her spot after spotting the young male cashier. “Aidin.” She whispered. I looked between the two of them as they watched each other. I grinned while looking towards the floor. “Hi, is that everything?” He asked, still watching my baby sister. I nodded before smirking at the young male. “Actually, no. I was wondering if you liked my baby sister.” He coughed in surprise as his cheeks turned a deep shade of pink. Azzie smacked my arm nervously. “I–uh…” He stumbled over his words. I could tell that he was definitely British based off of his accent. Then I heard the shop door open, Koa and his English friend Thomas entering the small boutique. “Tommy.” The young male gre

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.

However, as I browse each website and social page, I find no trace of what I'm looking for. But what did I expect? That I could easily search for how to hire men for a dirty job and find it online? Foolish me. Frustrated, I shut down my computer and rose to my feet, a newfound resolve building within me. It's time to take matters into my own hands and seek information elsewhere. The most interesting thing about America is its diversity in culture and beliefs. Due to our history we have many people of different backgrounds united together to be called the united state of America. And in the same way, there are those who believe in crime, and I intend to leverage this.

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.

From the moment I married into the Kinsey family, Naomi and I had always been compared. She was hailed as the family's blessing, while I was branded the woman who brought only misfortune. After the wedding, Wayne went through a period of deep self-doubt. He became sensitive, paranoid, and reluctant to leave the house or speak to anyone. So I quit my job at the company and stayed by his side every day, helping him with his rehabilitation. Meanwhile, my half-sister Naomi became the project lead at Sharpe Corp. Today, she had both a successful career and two children, while I could never hope to measure up. That was what Wayne must have wanted—to make me nothing more than Naomi's shadow.

"Isn't that better? If it's officially out, we won't have to sneak around anymore." I shot him a sharp look. "Dream on! Probation isn't over yet!" The car slipped seamlessly into the evening traffic. "What should we have for dinner?" he asked casually, like this was our usual routine. "I tried a new recipe—tomato and beef casserole. It's mild, comforting, and not spicy." I froze. A billionaire CEO actually offered to cook for me? "You know how to cook?" I asked incredulously. "I only learned it to win you over," he said calmly, keeping his eyes on the road. "As Mr. Y, I'm supposed to be gentle, thoughtful, and able to cook. I have to live up to it."