Mexican Dream Fanart Novels & Stories

After the short break Chef Austin gave to his students, he goes back to the room and continues the judging starting with Alfred. He was fascinated by Alfred’s dish. “Tell me your name and explain your dish to me.” Chef Austin said. “I’m Alfred Santiago, and my dish right here is based on one of the famous Filipino delicacies which is the caramel tart,” Alfred said. “Just like Conrad did earlier, I also took a risk and modified it.” He continued. “And what modifications you did?” Chef Austin asked.

Whatever happens, we face it together. Relief washed over Levi instantly. He grinned like an overjoyed puppy, curling into my arms before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss against my lips. That night, I had a dream. I saw myself being dragged back to the Grant family estate. Silas had prepared a wedding gown for me, forcing me into a marriage I didn't want. Vivian sat in a chair with an eerie smile. My hands were tied, so my struggles were useless. Despair settled deep in my chest—I could already see the miserable fate awaiting me.

I don't smoke. A sharp crack echoed through the office, cutting my words short. A sharp, burning pain exploded across my cheek. I ran my tongue against the inside of my lip, the metallic taste of blood immediately filling my mouth. Diana's chest heaved with ragged breaths. She yanked Tyler behind her back, her voice pitching into a defensive shriek. "Are you done?" she glared. "My family took you in. We fed and sheltered you! Do you honestly think you've earned the right to act like my keeper?

Now and then, she'd get a commission that would bring in a few extra bucks and sometimes Gaia was able to sell one of her random creations. Recently, Gaia began a portrait of the vampire master from her dreams. She planned on framing the large canvas and placing it in her bedroom so she could always have a reminder of her fantasy man. It probably wasn't the best thing to do for her mental health, but she didn't give a shit.

Megan walked toward her desk trying to bide her time until she could figure out what to do, she knew that she was in her own head. “Have you been reading those horror books again?” Eric looked confused as he picked up an old leather-bound book with Latin scribbled across it. “You know it always messes with your dreams.” Megan stood up tall at the word “dreams.” Why would Eric have said that? She knew that they have never talked about her dreams and that was because he would go screaming into the night with what was in her head. “Really? You got to be fucking kidding me?” Megan cocked her hip out in frustration while she tapped her foot. “So, now you are changing forms now?”