American Dream Novels & Stories

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.

"My life revolves around numbers and reports. The people around me either fear me or calculate against me. Gaming was my only release. Back in the game that day, you went up against those three players for the sake of a stranger. That's when I realized you were different. "After we connected on WhatsApp and started talking, I realized just how interesting you were. You were full of life. You got frustrated over bad meals, could laugh for hours at a joke, fretted over work, and sometimes fell asleep to my terrible jokes. "All that I possess comes from my position as the Gilmore heir. Only the love you gave to 'Mr. Y' belonged wholly to me. I became addicted to that feeling. I feared that if w

Even a broken man who is trying to live, the striveness itself defines he can be a hero. The stranger with a crushed broken heart turned into my lifeline and made him into the man he is today. The affect is dragging a sinner from the pits of hell and raising him into my heaven, allowing him Redemption and freedom from the demons of his past. He is the hero, he is the deserved hero, and this is Mr. Alexander Hamilton's REDEMPTION. THE END ******

“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?!”

"For an ex-con like me, you can assure that my business associates in the United States find it hard to believe anymore. Maybe there are, but many other aspects too." Lee Umji confirmed the man's words. She forgot that even in the past, Min Junho had everything. Power, honor and wealth. But everything changed once the man went to prison. Min Junho's image, beliefs and life changed. "Then why South Korea? You can move to Canada or Europe." "If I said it was you, would you believe it?" Min Junho's words then made Lee Umji speechless. The woman's breath seemed to be choking, when Min Junho looked at her with what he said earlier.

Linda exclaimed. It was 6:27. And the ice ball starts at 8 :0. So, we got extra early because of the makeup, hair and clothes and everything. I had to be home by 12:00 because I have an early flight at one midnight. I'm going to Atlanta Georgia to interview River Tom, the famous drag racer. And I had to go with one of my co-workers while I'm doing interview and write down the responses to his answer, and my co-worker will record it. My hair was already done in curly waves, part down in the middle. Linda short, dark-brown hair was curled to perfection, and she added layers to make her hair longer.

he asked looking directly into my eyes. “I guess it’s a mystery we will never be able to solve?” I replied. If I could read his mind, I’m sure he would be like just tell me this your name so I could drop all this problem on your head. Mother given name has never been used by Dreamers, it’s one of the rules that makes us different from other people who can travel through realms. If your real name was to be discovered, you would be locked up in a building and all your colleagues problem would be placed into your hands to solve for them and for centuries those that have fallen prey to divulging their names have always died before solving even one person’s problem. Well only one person has falle

she screamed again and dash towards right but he grab her arm tight still her in place. ......... Finally after lot of struggles he made her sit and tell the tale of truth like it's nothing. Everything is too hard too digest for her as not for once her mouth stay closed. It's open throughout the talk. She can't believe that the books she used to read anything like that can happen with her too. But fantasy Are nothing but a rare reality which happen with one in billions and that's why it's always be unrealistic and abnormal. So you are saying you are the angel and that golden eye man I saw in my dreams is the demon who wants my soul to open dream door cause I'm the only key of it" , I asked g

I suddenly felt like Eddie Murphy in Coming to America. You know the film he acted when he took up the character as a prince? Yup! That one. I expected the familiar tightness to settle itself in my chest, but, nothing. I tried to summon it, but it still didn't come. Euphoria swept through me. I was free -- free to reign as the next king. Finally! I would not let my father down. I would not let his great memory go down the drain. I would definitely not let my mother down either, she who had brought me up with so much love. She showed me how to care for others. She was the reason I was still alive.

"I was going to mark Amanda that night and then you come out and tell me about your dream. About the white woman in your dream, specifically." Harper met my gaze then and my eyebrows furrowed in confusion. What about the woman in my dreams? It had been some time since I had any dream involving her and I was glad. I was doing fine without the headaches and waking up in the middle of the night, thank you very much. "What about the woman in my dreams?" I asked Harper, casually shrugging my shoulders. "The description you gave me about the woman, matches the description of the moon goddess, Zara," Harper said and I gaped. It couldn't be!