Dream X Tommy Novels & Stories

A busboy coolly reached under a booth seat and leveled a weapon straight at the gang’s muscle. Weapons glinted in every direction. Half the damn diner was ours. The Black Reapers froze. Tommy raised both hands slowly, face pale now despite the ink and bravado. “Easy! Easy, man! Nobody’s starting a war in here.” Darrow was already behind me, gripping my arm tight. “Damien.” I breathed hard, chest heaving, fists still twitching. My wound ached like hell, but the rage in my veins burned hotter. “I told you,” Tommy said, voice shaking just a little as he adjusted his collar. “We don’t know who she is. But we’ll work with you. We’ll ask around, call in favors. If she’s got that much money, someon

Arian scowled at him, still silently sulking over his hug with Natalia in his heart of hearts. "Tommy?" Damon called and squatted next to him. The little fox turned to him. "Remember that super big drone you made me promise to get you?" He dramatised and Tommy's dreamy eyes increased. "It's downstairs with nanny. Do you wanna see it?" "Of course! Thank you, thank you! You're the best, D!" He screamed in excitement and sped past him. But at the door, the little fox suddenly halted and faced Arian. "You know you're still my favourite, right?" He innocently blinked his eyes but threw a mischievous wink Damon's way.

I wanted to hear the small, broken sound he’d make when I stroked him slow at first, then faster, until he was trembling and begging and spilling over my fingers. The fantasy hit so hard I nearly groaned aloud. I wasn’t supposed to want him. Not like this. But it's hard to push the thought away. Tommy had been my true mate. Noah was supposed to be a bandage, nothing more. A familiar face to soothe the madness. Not this.

“In my teens, still living at home. Never sleepwalked in my life until then. Never have since, far as I know. Just woke up there one night in my pajama bottoms and nothing else, covered with fucking mosquito bites. I had to hike it all the way back home in the dark, barefoot, and when I got there I was locked out of the damn house. Ended up crawling through our tiny bathroom window to get inside. Fell and smacked my head on the tub, to boot. But I don’t remember walking to Jasper Park, don’t know how I got there at all. Don’t remember anything, except for the drums.” “Drums? What drums?” Tommy paused. “I heard drums beating somewhere, or dreamed it maybe, and I followed them. Like tom-toms .

Tom smiled. “I didn't want Scarlett to save you. I wanted to do it.” “Aw!” Tom giggled and kissed Avery's cheek. “You're so cute.” “Hey!” Avery frowned. “You kissed me a lot today.” “Because you're so kissable.” Tom laughed. “How can I resist?” “Pfft.” Avery rolled his eyes. “Should we just date, then?” Tom joked. “In your craziest dreams.” Two weeks after, Damian left the music label building after recording his new song. They managed to find suitable singers and rappers for it so they would record it as soon as they could.

It seemed like a wishing card, she guessed. "What is that?" She curiously questioned. Dong-hyun followed her pointed finger and tilted his head to the bedside table. "Oh, this wish card. One of my old friends sent this card in the morning, he wished me good health. I was surprised seeing this card, I thought he was running his underworld business. Who knew that he would recall me," he picked up the small card. "Health, eh?" He sighed miserably while looking down at his stiff legs. "What's the point of wishing when you know you will never walk again in the rest of your life?"

Was this a dream? “What is it, Gemma? What are thinking about?” “Am I dreaming, Declan?” “Oh, my sweet wife… You’re not.” “Are you sure?” As a reply, he took Gemma in his arms, pulled her against him, and trapped her mouth with his. Declan’s lips opened over hers in an erotic, thorough, mind-stealing kiss. And just like that, all thoughts vanished. “Darling…” he whispered against her mouth. “We’re here… I've waited so long for you… I imagined this moment over and over again… But reality beats my imagination.”

From now on, I was living for myself. I opened Sean's chat and typed: [After watching the northern lights, I still want to see penguins in Antarctica.]

I disregarded it and snuggled into the seats once more, ready to sail into another dream planet. The tugging continued, followed by a man's voice that sounded suspiciously like the driver. "Small oga, we don reach house. Shuo! You dey sleep like person wey don die. Abi you don die?" There was a long pause in which his last statement was enough to slip me out of dream land and into reality. A loud yawn slipped past my lips before I could stop it. The stretch that followed, released the tension from my shoulders and body. When I deigned to open my eyes, the driver was standing agape, looking at me with wide bulging eyes.

"Tommy" He grunted. "Do you think I wanted this, Emma?" he asked quietly. "Do you think I needed the obstacle of someone like you?" He kissed the top of her head. "It was supposed to be so simple. I was going to make all this money, pay off my debts and bankroll my future. That was all." She ran her fingers over his ribs, delighting in the shiver her touch forced through him. "I should go," she whispered. "I don't want to"