Mexican Dream Fanart Novelas e Histórias

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?”