Jackson An American Dreams Novels & Stories

I collapse beside her, pulling her into my arms, both of us breathing hard. "That was..." she starts, then trails off. "Perfect," I finish. "That was perfect." Eventually, she shifts so she can look at me. "Tell me about your dreams," she says softly. "Not the plans we've made, but the dreams you have when you let yourself imagine anything is possible." I consider this, my hand stroking her bare shoulder. "I dream about Jackson growing up confident and happy, knowing he's loved and safe. I dream about giving him brothers and sisters who look like you. I dream about growing old with you, watching our grandchildren play in the garden at our house."

He heard Dearden’s voice go out on the radio, letting the men in the other vehicles know in code to be extra watchful today. As they rolled up to the village of mud huts, Wolfe opened the door to the huge army vehicle that he was riding in. As he jumped out, though, he felt himself falling, falling, falling... *** Falling all the way to the floor. Jackson screamed as he hit the ground, scrabbling for a place to find cover. A cold sweat coated his skin, and his breathing was heavy and quick. When he realized he was in his room, safe in the United States, he screamed again. At least the dream didn’t make it to its conclusion this time, but he knew in his heart that he’d never be able to leave

He scratched his hair to ease himself of the awkwardness which he felt but Serena didn't reply him instead she continued on her journey and this time around on a faster pace so as to loose him but James didn't seem like someone who was done with talking to her so, he went after her like a cat chasing after a mouse. " Why don't you forfeit Jamb and apply for admission into American University at Oyo state?". He suggested hoping that she won't take it the wrong way but of course she would and she immediately flared up. "And why the hell should I do that? So I could get to see your stupid self all the time". Her outburst surprised James that he had to move away from her. He couldn't help but fe

“I’ll fucking get it.” Whatever Brett was dreaming about, she felt loved. It made me smile, until I saw who walked in. “I’m sorry this is so early.” Jackson was only wearing shorts. “I was hoping to talk to you before everyone else woke up. Honestly, I was coming back from a run and saw the light on.” “What’s up?” “Do you have an answer?” “Probably accept the land and give people a year to relocate. Not sure what I’ll do with the land, but I’ll figure it out.”

I used to think my dream man had to be a rich alpha asshole, but now I know how wrong I was. My dream man is kind and caring, fiercely protecting those he loves. He’s willing to put his own happiness on hold for the sake of another. He’s brave and stands up for the right thing. My dream man values his family, doesn’t get caught up in petty drama and…and is sitting right next to me. “How long has she been gone?” “She left when Jackson was almost two months old.” “Oh, wow. I mean, I’m sorry. Can I call her an idiot? Because she is to leave both Jackson and you.”

“Plus, I liked feeling you there, when I would wake up. The weight of you - it makes you feel…very real. Not like a dream.” “Do I sometimes feel like a dream?” I ask, my voice wandering a little, my thoughts still sleepy and disconnected. “You’ve always been a dream,” Jackson replies, easy, like it’s a fact. “It’s only when I have you here, warm against me, that I have proof that you’re real. That I didn’t just make you up.”

“And after my wife passed away, I threw myself into it. For a while, I micromanaged the whole place. I was lucky to have such an understanding staff.” Lana watched him, a sad expression passing over her face. “I’m so sorry,” she said, quietly. “Hey, there aren’t a lot of people who can say they landed their dream job by the time they were thirty,” Jackson continued, a cheerful tone seeping back into his voice. They finished eating and moved to the sofa, where Lana drank a second glass of wine. “You have something particular you want to say to me?” Jackson asked, wrapping an arm around her and brushing his lips across hers.

“Emily, I’m a little worried.” “What are you worried about?” “I had a dream last night. In the dream, you told me that you agreeing to be with me and promising to cook for me was all just my imagination. It wasn’t real, and you’d still refuse me.” Jackson sounded distressed. “Please give me some reassurance, will you? This is real, right? I’m not just imagining it, am I?” Down the hall, behind her, she heard voices greeting someone. “Good afternoon, Mr. Norman.”

Jackson returned, hanging up the phone. He dressed in a dark grey button down shirt and some nice dark blue jeans. He spiked his hair just a little a bit. He took a deep breath as he looked in the mirror. He remembered the last time he felt so anxious, and how it went wrong so quickly. Twice today he was forced to think about Monica. “Jackson, don’t leave me, I didn’t know he was your father.” She begged, trying to pull him by his arm as he was just trying to leave.

“I have access to the best lawyers in the whole of America and you don’t have to spend a dime. I’ll cover it and you can have your revenge, it will be all over the news that he was a thief that stole your dreams, and you will get the recognition that you deserve, that’s what you want isn’t it? James nodded, his weary face lighting up at the promised laid at his feet. He was desperate, he wanted it all. He wanted everything back so he nodded his head. “How do you we start?” “Just after you get me another plate of spaghetti” Jackson tried to sound aloof in an attempt to peel off the suspicion from his voice. James eyed him suspiciously but he stood up anyway and walked towards the door – with