American Dream Novels & Stories

“If you cooperate, I’ll give you money. Leave the child here, and you can live comfortably. If you don’t... neither you nor the child will survive past tomorrow.” Faced with Serena’s chilling glare, Quinn hesitated. She shot me a hateful look, but I played the role of a heartbroken wife, silently grieving the betrayal. In the end, Quinn chose the money. Survival was more important, and she needed resources to secure her future. Serena and I returned to the Evertons’ household with the baby in tow. A year passed. Under my leadership, the company flourished, becoming an industry giant. “Congratulations, President Sophia!” At a business gala, partners and collaborators showered me with praise.

Her father, Morris Strickland, couldn't accept what had happened and took his own life by jumping off a building. Her mother, Bethany Adkins, was shoved down the stairs by debt collectors and left in a vegetative state. In a single night, Melanie found herself abandoned by the world, left wandering the streets with only a few of her belongings. On her third night sleeping in the hospital corridor, Raymond had a falling out with his family. After selling everything of value he owned, he appeared before her with 18 thousand dollars. "Melanie, I'm homeless now, just like you. If you feel sorry for me, could you let me stay by your side?"

(Attraction/Admission) Ethan Vale didn’t do parties. He did case law, 4.0 GPAs, and the kind of silence that made people nervous. At Crestwood University, he was Ace—untouchable, unreadable, the glacier of the law faculty who could dismantle an argument before breakfast and never let anyone see the cracks. Tonight, the cracks were threatening to show. Mara had blackmailed him with the threat of burning his annotated torts binder. The binder was sacred. Two semesters of color-coded notes lived inside it, along with the fragile remains of Ethan’s sanity.

"The man spent his entire life obsessing over the superficial trappings of wealth and status, using his writing as a thinly veiled manifestation of his insecurities and jealousies." She paused, her gaze sweeping over the attentive crowd with a hint of mockery. "What is the American Dream?" Please. Gatsby's pursuit of Daisy was nothing more than a pitiful exercise in wish fulfillment, a desperate attempt to legitimize his self-worth by winning the ultimate prize." Lila leaned forward, her eyes wide with amazement and grudging respect. Miranda's remarks cut deep, removing the layer of academic pretense to reveal the raw, painful truths that were frequently hidde

“Something beyond duty.” A small ache stirred unexpectedly in Loren’s chest. The Prince deserved the love he had grown up believing was possible. He was kind, gentle, and she suspected, unhappy in a way the court did not permit him to confess. She liked him. He was someone she could learn to respect, perhaps even care for deeply. She wondered if that would be enough. She wondered if their marriage would always feel like a polite arrangement. She wondered if she would ever know desire again. She looked back at the Prince, who sat watching dragonflies hover above the pond, a faint smile on his lips. Loren found herself wishing she could want him. That she could meet kindness with passion, inst

Is he drunk? "Are you drunk?" I couldn't help but ask. He laughed and shook his head from side to side. Unwanted tears slip down my cheeks. That was the greatest height of disrespect. He wasnt even mourning mom, he went out drinking as usual. I couldn't take it, I couldnt look at the man thats supposed to be my dad. We used to be a happy family, what happened to him? I shook my head and got up, carrying Lily with me to our bedroom but not before hearing Liam's last words "You are the worse James, am ashamed to call you my dad"

When they had blessed the union, he made sure that he came to her with a hand-carved box with his mother’s wedding ring. Daniel wanted Emma for himself, so he walked into Edwin’s dreams one night, but he was surprised to find Emma there watching Edwin with a soft dreamy smile. Edwin had been dreaming about Emma and their life together. Teaching Emma to walk into dreams wasn’t one of Daniel’s better ideas because now she did it with ease.

After what happened at the hallway I decided to go to the library and rest but not to read, I can't read with all these mess on my head ,all this frustration is getting a better of me these days, maybe it's the frustration of the scholarship that I applied which e-mailed me asking to pay a specific amount (five hundred thousand naira) for scholarship advancement and the worst part is that I don't even know where I would get the money from,am not even sure if it's legit or scam.

We all get a small percentage of income through each company each month, which we use to pay and match our employee's health insurance and 401Ks. All in all, employees spend half of what they would otherwise for good quality health insurance. Jace and I put anything that was left from our investments into savings accounts for our children. I'm not sure what Tanner does with his portion. Connor and Wade haven't invested; they still run around acting like college boys chasing tail even though they are almost thirty years old. Someday someone will put them in their place; I hope that happens soon. All of my dreams are becoming a reality, and I owe it all to God, who has blessed me with all that

Mia When the elevator door dinged open, I slowly stepped in. James wasn’t far behind and stood close to me when it shut again. He pushed the button, and the lift ascended. My whole body was still tense from the meeting with Andy as my mind wandered off about the whole situation. Ever since our parents had passed away, neither of our lives had ever turned out the way we had expected. This whole story of him leaving our small town of Mystic Spring in New Hampshire to come all the way to the West Coast, first to Los Angeles and then to Las Vegas, to find fortune and freedom, to live the American dream, was nothing but that—a dream. Reality, it seemed, was a bitch