Novel American Dream Novels & Stories

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.

DAVID'S POV CONT. "The truth is that you haven't lost your memory. This is just you living one life not a doubled life don't listen to whatever people say. Always remember that this is you and you alone not a doubled life okay." Stella nods her head obediently but then remembers her dream and frowns, "Why that frown what happened." "What of my constant nightmare everything looks so real and just recently I found a necklace that looks exactly like the one I saw in my dream today but the only problem is that i couldn't see their faces. What if the dream is real, what if..." " There is no what if here darling not every dream is real some are due to tiredness or overthinking okay. So enough of t

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?"

for tonight, but Emma Clark's closet didn't have thousand-dollar gowns. “Tonight, we celebrate not just Carter Enterprises' success, but the power of the American dream,” Allen continued, raising his champagne glass. “When you refuse to give up, when you work harder than everyone else, when you believe in yourself even when nobody else does—that's when magic happens.” A woman next to me wiped her eyes with a silk tissue. “So moving,” she whispered to her friend. “A real poor-to-rich story.”

"Exactly. It's about the possibilities, the freedom to dream without constraints. I'm thankful, Jette, for this job, for the life we're building together." As they sat in the quiet embrace of their home, Drew's heart resonated with gratitude. The dream job wasn't just about financial success; it was a doorway to a life rich in possibilities. Every step forward represented a triumph over past struggles, and Drew couldn't help but marvel at the abundance that had unfolded in their lives.

It's a good job, but a salary has to be able to put food in the table, and be able to spoil yourself the way you want, I'm getting enough money for my job, but I have colossal dreams, dreams that don't even fit my life from being in the country. Yes! It's true, all my life, I've dreamt of Europe, I would see myself living my best life in America whenever I watched movies, and I knew from there till now that 'you know what? I don't belong in Africa! That's been my mentality since day one! And I knew I'm not nuts! It's knowing what you want and not settling for less. Shit! By the way I have only E50.00! between me and poverty, dammit! As beautiful as I am!

Emma adjusted her skirt after stepping out of the public bus. She's not a rich girl, just a poor orphan with no financial background. She sighed a relief staring at the tallest building in the city. The most capable company that pays well but was difficult to enter. It's was her dream to work in a place like that even though she knew it wouldn't be easy but here she was. Like a dream come true. * She was required to start work today according to the email she got the day after her interview.

"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 hidden beneath the surface of literar

"So tell me, this was your dream to buy a huge house like this and open an Inn?" "Well, yes, I didn’t plan to work for others all my life. My father built homes for a living. He had his own business, and he believed in the American dream. I wanted that dream, too. Of course, the other part of my dream has ended. So, this is a new beginning for me. This house is my new career." Ross heard every word, even the part where the other half of her dream ended. It wasn’t right, but nothing about his life was right. So he ate while listening to her as his soul became more intrigued, wanting to make her wishes come true.

“While you were living the American dream, I was plotting how I was going to get out of this world that didn’t love me. I was so dejected that I didn’t see the point of life. Suddenly, money didn’t mean a thing to me.” It was time for me to snicker and scoff. “The American dream? I didn’t live the fucking American dream. I was barely making ends meet, and I was looking over my shoulder every chance I had. For five years, I couldn’t even build any connections. I remained closed off and barely ate all the good things.” “The transition from the life of luxury to a life of poverty was hard. I got used to working as a stripper and even as a bartender. And yet, I slept on the street at least ten t