I Dream Of Dinner Novels & Stories

The rhythmic chopping of vegetables, the sizzling sound of meat in the pan—it grounds me, distracts me from the storm raging in my head. As I stir the pot, memories of Lira seep into my thoughts. Memories of Cain and Claire, of their betrayals, of the life I lost. My grip on the spoon tightens. “Not now,” I whisper to myself. “Focus.” The door creaks open behind me, and I stiffen. “Cooking for the whole pack, or just yourself?” Damon’s voice fills the space. I don’t turn around. “Dinner for the family. Nothing special.”

🎶 I wanna hide the truth I wanna shelter you But with that beast inside There's no where we can hide 🎶 IMAGINE DRAGONS- DEMONS The dinner was mostly quiet, well more like Clement asking questions and me just blinking or nodding. Once I was done with my spaghetti, which seemed like a shock to me cause I never realized how hungry I was. Clement and I made our way back for the car and set out as it was already some minutes past nine.

Sage Dinner with River was a dream come through, to say the least. He chose a casual diner near campus, one of those cozy places where students had soul food. Kaiden and I always come here because the food has an amazing taste. The place itself wasn’t fancy but it had a good view which helped calm my nerves. River sat across from me with his posture relaxed, a man completely at ease in his own skin. I, on the other hand, was fidgeting with the edge of my napkin, trying not to act like a complete fool in front of my idol.

The latter smiled at him sweetly. "Mom! Dad! Where have you been? I've been waiting here thinking that you'll be here early." Dream said then gave a hug and a peck to her father and aunt. "Oh, I'm sorry, kitten. Your mom told me that Mooma needed help so we went to the store but the deliveries were already cancelled." Kenzo said. Yara pretended not to hear what Kenzo said. "Have you eaten your dinner?" Kenzo asked. "Not yet, I'm waiting for you." Dream answered. "Mooma and you can eat now, we had dinner a while ago but we bought your favorite." Yara said. "Really? Thanks, Mom, thanks, Dad." Dream said. "Your always welcome, kitten." Kenzo said. "Wait, Dad. Why are always calling me kitten?"

What would I dream of, if not revenge? And who… if anyone… would I allow beside me while I did? ⸻ That’s when my phone buzzed. I didn’t jump. I didn’t brace myself. Instead, I picked it up slowly, already knowing who it would be. Damion. The message was short. Simple. I saw the news. I know today must have felt heavy in ways no one else can understand. I won’t pretend to know what to say—but I want to say it in person. No pressure. Just dinner. Just time. Just us. Whenever you’re ready.

Jace said, and we all headed downstairs and into the dining room area. Jace already had the table set, and there was milk and orange juice out. We all sat down, and I poured myself some milk. Vega and Jace opted for orange juice, and we all started piling food onto our plates. "So what was it you wanted to tell me earlier; we got sidetracked?" Vega asked me as she shoveled eggs onto her plate. Oh, right, I was going to tell her about my dream. Vega saw the hesitant look on my face.

After feeding her, she would hold out her hand for mother to carry her and she'd snuggle up in her arms as she listened to stories told to her, intermittently looking up at her mouth as the words spilled from her lips. One day, Eyare came back home in high spirits. He informed me we were going for a dinner that night with two of his good friends. He didn't specify who and I didn't ask. Life was really monotonous and it had been long since we spent time together, away from the house as a couple. Even if it was with his friends, I didn't mind. He said it would be a couple's night, so I decided to get something new to wear. A long, cream evening gown with a thigh - high slit. It hugged me in th

His name alone can send people on their feet. The dinner went successfully and both families got along very well. Mr. Kan was happy because the man he feared most in the country was going to be his inlaw soon. Throughout the dinner, Alex's gaze was fixed on Nash.No one noticed him, he thoughts his grandparents were more concerned about Maxwell. Nash was still not convinced that Maxwell was busy, she believed he was not avoiding her so she gave her mother a kiss and a hug for her dad but a stare for his brother, Collins.

“No problem.” ………………………………………………. “Good morning everyone, how was your night?” Chris asked a bunch of people sitting in front of a TV. Different set of eyes balanced on him “How are you dear?” The most elderly woman amongst the bunch asked. “I think I would be fine.” He replied Concern creeped into her face “Why is that?” “I had a disturbing dream in the midnight and I don’t remember anything about it” Chris said with his mouth full of toast bread and a cup of coffee on his hand.

He lays down on his bed and thinks about what to cook for dinner later. Looking up at the ceiling, he then reminisces every good time he had with his mother. While he remembers every moment, he then sees a memory at a famous restaurant where her mother falls in love with a particular dish. The only problem was he can’t remember the name although he remembers the look and taste of the meal. He recollects that it tastes sweet and savory and kind of looks like a roast. He gets his phone at his nightstand and unlocks it. He started searching for online recipes that are sweet and savory.