Novel American Dream Novels & Stories

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

Telling myself I fell asleep in a park was way better than saying than trying to explain how I got here. “ Yes, that's what it is! It's a dream!” I said aloud, convincing myself.

"Elias wanted to eat a Kidztopia Meal today, and the Amazingman figure came with it. I figured that the kids these days all love him, which is why I decided to give it to Lyanna as a present. "If she doesn't like it, I'll buy her something else tomorrow." "What five-year-old girl would like Amazingman?" I thought to myself heatedly. Even worse, the figure was a free gift, making it all too obvious that Matthew hadn't spent any time or effort picking out a present for Lyanna. He had completely disappointed her. I was about to say something when Lyanna beat me to the punch. "It's okay. Thank you for giving me this birthday present, Daddy."

"I was going to mark Amanda that night and then you come out and tell me about your dream. About the white woman in your dream, specifically." Harper met my gaze then and my eyebrows furrowed in confusion. What about the woman in my dreams? It had been some time since I had any dream involving her and I was glad. I was doing fine without the headaches and waking up in the middle of the night, thank you very much. "What about the woman in my dreams?" I asked Harper, casually shrugging my shoulders. "The description you gave me about the woman, matches the description of the moon goddess, Zara," Harper said and I gaped. It couldn't be!

He was my imperfect happy beginning. *** A few months later.... Today, New York unfolded before my eyes like a dream I never imagined I could live. I remember the days of walking barefoot through the streets of my small town in Brazil, and now, here I am, Ellen Mason, newly married to the incredible Damien Mason, about to start a new and exciting life in this pulsating city. The journey so far has been like an improbable fairy tale. Damien, a rich and charming man, came into my life when I least expected it. His generosity, his gentle way of looking at me, overcame social barriers that seemed insurmountable. The love he offered me was like a ray of sunshine illuminating the darkness of my re

Novalie I wasn't sure what time it was when my stomach started rumbling, demanding to be fed. I had been in the library for a while, scanning the shelves after Xavier left. I felt kinda bad, knowing I would have no choice but to evade and avoid him from now on. It seemed unconsciously I had found my way over to the business section of books before choosing one I found interesting, and then found myself wandering over to the section of books about writing. It seemed that no matter how hard I fought against the subconscious dreams I had, they always found a way to seep through. My reality knew that the chances of me ever becoming the notable author I dreamed of being were nonexistent, and the

Moore had been secured, thanks to the baby. Molly also said I was delusional for wanting to become the pampered wife of a rich man—that nothing could hide how much of a gold digger I was. To prove that I truly loved Dominic, I endured the discomfort and took charge of the project. That was how the company ended up with the important contract. Now that the baby was gone, Molly was actually using my health as an excuse to snatch the project out from under my nose and let Irene pad her credentials with it?

Sometimes, he just wanted to believe that life of an immigrant worker was really his. His smile couldn’t help but wide even more. His beautiful eyes shone a little more. Rud was becoming his everything in the same was as Rebecca. At that moment Daniel was not a big president, he was not the CEO of a big company either, he was just an immigrant worker who had a dream, just one dream.

Mia When the elevator door dinged open, I slowly stepped in. James wasn’t far behind and stood close to me when it shut again. He pushed the button, and the lift ascended. My whole body was still tense from the meeting with Andy as my mind wandered off about the whole situation. Ever since our parents had passed away, neither of our lives had ever turned out the way we had expected. This whole story of him leaving our small town of Mystic Spring in New Hampshire to come all the way to the West Coast, first to Los Angeles and then to Las Vegas, to find fortune and freedom, to live the American dream, was nothing but that—a dream. Reality, it seemed, was a bitch, killing a young man’s dream of

Veda was right there behind him when he moved, and she too gave me a hug. “Hey, Girlie, what have you been up to?” she chimed in her usual cheerful voice. “Oh my God, Girl, you remember my dream I was telling you about?” I had spilled my beans about my dreams at lunch the first day that I had begun writing them down. She was just as interested in it as Josh had been. “Yeah, about Laylan, right?” “Yeah, it has gone crazy! It has changed! I have had four other different dreams of Laylan! And there is more!” I was so excited to finally get to see her and get her insight as to what she made of it all that I couldn't stop myself.