Jackson An American Dreams Novels & Stories

he winks, “-but I’m working on it.” “What more could you possibly want?” I look at him with disbelief, “You’re about to rule over your own City… You’ve got my word. What else is there?” I fold my arms stubbornly, unable to see the greater perspective of Jackson’s schemes. “Ah, my goals don’t stop there, sweetheart. I’m an ambitious man if you haven’t noticed,” he condescends, “-I have plans for so much more,” he looks into the distance wistfully as he gets lost within his captivating thoughts of whatever he has in mind.

“So let me get this straight: You called me, in a panic, dragged me to Wyoming, because you need me to fuck your new, young girlfriend?” “It ain’t that crude.” “Details, man.” “Fine. Macie has this fantasy of bein’ with more than one guy. She’s told me she’s had dreams about it. And I wanted to make her fantasy, her dream come true, since she made mine… Shit. I sound stupid. Like a fuckin’ sap. Never mind.” Jack waited a beat. “Because she is your dream come true, isn’t she?” Carter didn’t answer. He just drank steadily. Finally, he said, “Yeah. I’m thinkin’ she probably is.”

The nun and the man-whore. Everyone raised their hand except for me. Well, that’s weird. “What?” as their eyes bored holes in my face. “Never once? With, Jake?” Cole raised an eyebrow. I held Jake’s hand, and he squeezed mine. “It’s not like I haven’t dreamt about him... oh God, why am I even explaining why I don’t have wet dreams to you guys.” I hissed, and they only chortled at me. “I dream about Jake, but it’s all the good memories we have until now. You know, how he protects me, how he takes care of me. Every night since my grandparents died, I had nightmares about their accident. And since Jake stood up to take care of me, that’s all I dream about. Even when the video broke out, I still

Jackson raised his glass of wine in the air, and then took a sip. Charles shook his head, smiling. "You know, I didn't understand why I dream of the girl with red hair, but now I know the reason behind it. It was all because I shall seek her to find her. In certainty, she exits somewhere and how blessed I will be if I find out she really does.” “You think?” Jackson asked with raised brows. “I don't think. I know," he said dreamily, and heaved a sigh. “My heart longs for her much more than myself. I just want to reach to her and touch her, hold her and kiss her.”

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

"Why are you late today?" "Uncle Jay was looking for something! It took forever!" My gaze shifted to Jay, standing off to the side. He stepped forward and handed me a folder—contest registration forms. "I'm not interested," I said coldly, cutting him off before he could speak. "Why do you keep pushing me to enter these competitions?" "Because you shouldn't bury your talent," he replied evenly. "Don't let the past hold you back." I said nothing. He sighed, his tone softening. "Painting is your passion, isn't it? The people from your past can't destroy that love—only you can, by giving it up."

"You sleep okay?" "Not really. Kept having dreams about my father. About sitting across from him and asking questions I don't want the answers to." Jackson leaned against the counter, both hands wrapped around his mug. "I've been thinking about what Mackenzie said. About using my father's desire to reconcile as leverage." "And?" "And I hate it. I hate that I have to manipulate him. Even after everything he's done, even knowing he helped build an empire on dirty money and destroyed lives..." Jackson trailed off, staring into his coffee. "He's still my father."

Not even a whisper of drama. And then my fingers stilled. A dependent clearance form. Attached was a small photograph, ID-style. A girl. Name: Jana Kramer. Age: 16. Dependent Status: Magnolia Summer Staff. I stared at the name, the face, the defiance in her eyes barely masked by that neat corporate smile. She looked familiar, not in a vague, passing way, but in a visceral, spine-pricking way. Dianne's voice echoed in my head. "She's the woman who ruined my family. Amanda Kramer. Her daughter's the same girl I used to see hanging around before we left for college..."

Scarlett a young maiden from Texas encounters a man, Oliver who is also from Texas, at the end of a vacation in Denver. She captures photos in a park and takes an unexpected detour on the way home to San Antonio. Oliver's flight is delayed and misses another moment with her. She flees to the northeast in search of a real Autumn and Winter which beloved Texas lacks. Will Oliver join her and be the man she is looking for?

I just hoped that after today, he had something else to hold onto and cherish. “I’m trying, but my nerves are a mess. Just the thought of Aeress walking down that aisle,” Jackson shook his head, a small smile on his face, “she’s going to look gorgeous, I just know it," he boasted, his grin growing wider. I wasn't about to be outdone. “Same,” I said quietly, “Raven is going to look stunning. Sometimes I wonder if this is all just a dream.” If it was, then it was one I wished I would never wake up from.