Dhmis Tony X Colin Novels & Stories

Seeing her best friend not waking up, Avery smirked, knowing one of his weaknesses. Damian was ticklish. She sat on his thighs and started tickling his waist with her fingers. “No!” Damian shouted and started laughing, “No! Ave! Stop please!” he lied on his stomach, bursting out laughing as he couldn’t control it. “Avery fucking Jones!” Damian's screams and laughs could be heard all around the small loft. Avery was now smiling proudly, staring at her best friend, who was already up and washing his face. “Chocolate?” Tom asked.

“I’m Dominic.” “I’m Daisy,” I replied, shaking his hand firmly. It felt good to find a comrade in the middle of this hell. Just as I was about to breathe a sigh of relief after talking with Dominic, the wicked Vanesha appeared in the distance. She walked toward us with that facial expression that never failed to get under my skin. "Is it done?" she asked curtly, snatching the printouts that had just come out of the machine. "Yes," I answered as briefly as possible.

You're not going to believe who I ran into last night after you left the club. "Since I'm not going to believe it anyway, please let me fall back to sleep, Collin." "No! I have to tell you this. Are you listening? You know I'm not good at keeping secrets." Tony gruffly changes positions, rolling his pillow up as he turns his face towards the ceiling and cracks his eyes open. But he refuses to open them all the way. He hopes that once Collin hears how sleepy he is, he will leave him alone and call back much later.

“You didn’t know?” Elena’s eyes widened. “You own… everything, don’t you?” Damon bent down to her face. His breath brushed her ear. “Not everything. Not yet.” Her friends whistled from the dance floor. “Go, Elena!” one of them yelled. She ignored them, heart racing. “I’m off the clock, Mr. Voss. You can’t boss me around here.” His grip tightened. “Call me Damon tonight.” His voice dropped even lower. “And I can do whatever the fuck I want in my own club.”

I said, breath uneven. Something flickered in his eyes. Not amusement this time. Something deeper. But before it could settle... The door swung open. “Damon, coach said...” Tony stopped mid sentence. His eyes moved from Damon. To me. Then slowly… back to Damon. A slow grin spread across his face. “Well,” he said casually, leaning against the doorframe. “Should I come back later, or is this part of practice now?” I stepped back instantly, putting distance between me and Damon.

“You have grown soft, Vector,” Trevor aka Tony Jones chuckled, a thin trail of blood racing down the corner of his mouth. He tried to lick the blood off the cut on the lips but he was too late to soothe the damage already done. “We might not have worked together but I heard a lot about you. And let me be fucking honest, what I heard is nowhere near what I’m seeing right now.”

I stumbled against his chest, nearly tripping over my own feet but he held me steady. "You think very lowly of me." Dominic whispered, inching his face downwards. An unrecognisable emotion danced in his eyes as they narrowed at me, studying me. "Shouldn't I?" I taunted back trying to keep my face as blank as possible. My attempt to hide how effected I was failed miserably when he lifted my sweater and started stroking my bare skin with his fingertips. He smiled - obviously pleased with himself when he saw me falter.

“You think the Rossis found him yet? Damien’s probably shitting bricks.” Tony snorted, shaking his head. “Bet Damien cried like a little girl. Wouldn’t surprise me if that Marcel fainted at the sight.” “Or pissed himself,” Petrov added, grinning. “ I stayed quiet, letting them get it out of their system. They needed this. The rush. The release. Tony poured another round and slid it toward me, but I didn’t touch it right away. Instead, I let the fire crackle, its warmth touching my face as my mind drifted further than this room.

Tony says, stuffing his face. I smile, “it was me.” Tony drops to his knees in front of me, dramatically, “Sophie Victoria Sol, please be mine forever.” We all laugh. See comic relief. Tony is tall, I’d say 6’4”, curly black hair, bit of a tan, great muscular body and that smile. Always with the smile! “Do you want to break it to Neal or should I?” I ask. “Who is he? Does he matter, I love you!” Tony is really laying it on thick! So here goes nothing. Let’s see how far Mr. Spartan wants to take this.

I saw the twitch in Colin’s jaw, perhaps he didn’t expect me to defend my husband. Colin gripped my shoulder, intending to push me out of the way. I grabbed his hand and held on. "Colin, please you can't," I told him. "Think of the implications of what you're about to do. Just stop trying to hit him.” "Yeah. You should listen to her," Damian taunted. "Think about what you're about to do because if you come within my reach, I'll send you to the hospital. Now, listen to me, Colin-"