In America Novel Novels & Stories

I arrived at the reception and there was a young woman, she wore a little similar to Agatha's suggestions when we were in the store, she had a semi-fastened shirt, her breasts were highlighted, she had glasses and a flirtatious look. "Welcome to DMORGAN & ASSOCIATES, could I help you with anything?" he loved his glasses. "Yes, my name is America and I was contacted through an email for an interview." "Wait a moment," he oscillated in his chair, "perfect, go to the main room, wait a little that will make you pass in a few minutes." • I sat down, the chairs were thin, maybe three more people were with me. "Are you coming for the work they offered?" one behind my back asked me.

Anita would spend hours browsing the internet until finally, she clicked on a link that changed her life. "mmmm, what is this, on my feed?" Anita mused as she slowed her scrolling to a stop, on the top of her feed there was a novel that was recommended to her by one of her F******k friends. The cover displayed a man and woman that were intimately intertwined, and on the woman's wrist were chains, and in the man's hand, there was a red riding crop. The novel instantly caught Anita's interest, she was not a virgin but she was innocent still in many ways so seeing the cover of this book piqued her interest so she gave it a chance, and this one fateful moment in time ended up opening her eyes to

She knew I never wanted to be Alpha and was quite happy being the pack doctor, maybe she was trying to plan ahead but everything went wrong when Kiwi killed our father. It saddened me to think she had kept Kiwi a secret for so long. Not just her but father too. If mother knew she existed, did father? He had worked so hard on trying to teach me how to be an Alpha. Alexander and Kayla’s arguing break my thoughts, they had moved back down the corridor again and all I could hear was Kayla shrieking about how they were mated by the Moon Goddess and how he should love her. Rolling my eyes, I make a point of slamming the door shut, I wanted to read more of the book. Flipping the page to the one Kay

I thought America was the perfect country, but I guess that doesn’t apply to immigrants, or maybe I just had bad luck. An immigrant… That is right, I am a small-town girl from Italy. I moved to New York for my college education, and I remained here after graduation. There is nothing there for me back at home—poor parents who had to take loans to send me to school, no siblings, and no friends. My story might not be the saddest, but it will sure make that list. I was still contemplating what to have for dinner when I heard another knock on the door. Fucking son of a bitch! I want to hit him with a banana!

She pats her abdomen for emphasis. Once she closes the door to her room behind her, she finds herself pacing back and forth, desperate for something to do. She can't seem to sit for too long. Her eye catches a book she's been wanting to read. Reading hasn't exactly fit her mood lately. In one swift motion, she grabs the novel off the shelf, jumps into bed, and opens to the first chapter.

Everything was forced on her, her life was never in her hands. If silence could help, she just leaned back and stared out through the window. Everything looked very small from above. The whole of New York was lit up with light and then the whole of America. She could see the entire land of the continent from above, surrounded by water only. Clouds also came under, but the weather was very clear. And in all this, she had no desire to look at anything with curiosity. Just as she had come, so was she going — with tears, loss and pain.

I wouldn’t let them dictate our lives any longer. For now, I had to keep my focus on what lay ahead. America. Returning wasn’t exactly a fresh start, I had already lived my first chapter there. In fact, America was where my story began. It was the soil I grew up on, the place that shaped me into the woman I am today. This wasn’t about starting over. No, this was about continuing the journey I had put on pause when life dragged me elsewhere.