Novel About The American Dream Novels & Stories

Adam and Samantha started a new life together. Adam had invited Samantha to move in with him, and she was excited about the prospect of starting a family with him. As they settled into their new home, Samantha began to feel overwhelmed by the luxurious lifestyle that Adam lived. She had grown up in a working-class family and had never experienced anything like this before. Adam noticed that Samantha was struggling and tried to reassure her that he loved her for who she was, not for the things she could provide him.

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.

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.

I watched as she dragged another chair out of the shadowy corner of the room and sat after dusting it off, now on the same eye level with me. “As you know, or probably not, I’m not fully American,” she began casually, crossing one leg over the other like we were discussing something trivial like the weather. “When I came to America, I was hoping for a better life because that was what I promised my family back at home. They borrowed money so I could live out the American dream. Failure wasn’t an option. I had to be successful.”

Her expression switches between happy to confused, to sad as she tells her story, and by the time she's done, I understand why she's so hardworking. She didn't grow up with much, yet she had big dreams–some of which she's still on her way to achieving. “Well, yeah. That's it. I was just a girl living in a small town in Ohio, dreaming of a better life in New York, she finishes with a smile. I view her differently after hearing her story. I was handed luxury to take care of, but she had to build her own luxury from scratch. Impressive. She raises her head and I notice some stands of her hair have fallen out of place. So I reach out to tuck them behind her ears, but then in that moment, we lock

My dreams were here. I loved him, but I didn’t see how we were going to make it work. He was a prince and I was about as far from royalty as a stray cat. I knew my bloodlines had no blue in them. I was a nobody. I closed my eyes and let the hot water wash over me. Maybe if I stayed under the water long enough, my problems would wash away along with the soapy bubbles. Maybe I could come out and find that everything was okay. My skin was wrinkled and bright pink by the time I ran out of coffee and finally got the courage to leave the shower. I didn’t want to check my phone, although I knew I should. I knew I would have to talk to Henry eventually.