Dream X Tommy Novels & Stories

I was hoping they would change the subject, but the silence was so oppressive, I just had to speak up. “Dr. Rogers, I apologize for interfering concerning my amnesia and nightmares,” and the spell seems to have broken like magic. “What about them?” I had piqued the doctor’s interest, and that could only be a good thing. More than that, Dominic owed me a talk. We might as well have had it here. “In every bad dream I have, there’s a young man with me and the gigantic wolves kill him. I call him Tom. What is that supposed to mean?”

"Serena" He called again wanting to be sure that this wasn't one of those dreams he woke up with screams and sweats all over his body seeing her not moving or answering his calls, seeing her with those puff eyes with tears in it he just wants to console her even if it's a dream he wouldn't want to see her in tears not now and never. He began to move wanting to stand up so he could reach out to Serena. "Fuck this hospital and it's equipment"

That was what he was supposed to have done, why was I supposed to be the one doing it? After some couples of minutes we spent strolling around the beach, we both ended up sitting at a spot that was near the sea. It was so easy to watch how the sea flaps its arms against itself right in the distance. “You know, a day after you left I had a dream.” Jason said, and I was surprised. I didn’t know anything about it. “Really?” “Yes. I saw both of us sitting by the beach exactly this way. You had your head resting on my shoulder while I kept on fondling with your hands. It was a sweet dream I wished I wouldn’t wake up from that day. It was what inspired this trip.”

It has been five days and I have had the same dream, about the woman in white, asking me to stop Harper from 'making the mistake of his life by marking another female'. I felt like I was watching a video play, again and again. It was Thursday today and the dream had plagued all my waking thoughts, the image of the white woman practically begging me to stop Harper.

Despair settled deep in my chest—I could already see the miserable fate awaiting me. Then, suddenly, I heard Levi's voice. He appeared behind me and cut through the ropes with a swift stroke. While grabbing my hand, he pulled me out of the nightmare. When I turned back, the Grant family estate was in ruins, overtaken by wild grass and blooming flowers. I held onto Levi tightly, feeling as though all the misfortune and suffering that had plagued me had finally disappeared. That night, I slept soundly for the first time in a long while. …

The little boy had made a full recovery from his ordeal, though the doctors still couldn't explain how he had come back to life. Tommy was different now, though. He was quieter than before, and sometimes he would stare off into space like he was listening to something nobody else could hear. "Tommy, are you okay?" Rosemary asked, noticing that he hadn't touched his food. "I'm fine, Mommy," Tommy said softly. "I was just thinking about something." "What were you thinking about?" Austin asked. Tommy looked at his parents with serious eyes. "I keep having dreams about a bad woman who wants to hurt our family."

Just that Tommy cared less about all those petty things, he felt he was getting a good score, because where Linda was right now was exactly where he wanted her to be. Tommy turned around to Lucy, he even held her hand in his. "You know I have always watched your mother on many t.v series, and I have always dreamt of meeting her." Tommy attitude right now was like a kids who was been taken to an amusement park for the first time. Lucy never expected this, she never ever dreamt that Tommy was the kind of people who were crazy fans of those celebrities, she was looking at Tommy with a frowning expression. Tommy continued. "It would be nice if you could do me that favour and introduced me to her

Cold wind swept through the training grounds, carrying the scent of pine through the air. Tommy stood again, wobbling slightly. I noticed his legs were exhausted. His wolf healing was still weak because of his age. “She used to look like that too,” Damien said, suddenly reminding me of Evie. I glanced at him. “What?” “When you pushed her too hard.” I looked away instantly, feeling guilty. I had separated a mother and son. Tommy had not yet demanded to see his mother but I knew that as soon as he got idle, he’d start asking for her.

He only remembered his calls being blocked every time he tried to call Melanie over the past two weeks, and how he waited outside the Corbett family's door for days without getting a response. For some reason, he agreed to Tracy's suggestion. "Alright." He was willing to put up with anything as long as he got to see Melanie again. Also, he thought about the conversation he'd overheard in the afternoon as an idea gradually solidified in his mind. If that happened, maybe Melanie would finally forgive him then. Raymond inhaled deeply and summoned Tom. "Go investigate all of Tracy's social interactions and contacts, including her background and life story. I'm going to give her a grand surprise

I reached for my phone, fingers trembling, almost dialing Lola’s number before my chest seized. No one would answer. I remembered her leaning over the bar, promising we would take a trip together. Now that laughter was gone. My throat burned, but I bit back the tears because I refused to fall apart in this place, not in this bar. My hands trembled. My chest ached. “What the hell did you get into, Tommy?” I whispered, the words breaking on my lips. The bar was silent around me, the only sound the hum of the television and the rush of blood in my ears. My dreams of paint and design scattered at my feet like broken glass.