Dream X Tommyinnit Novels & Stories

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.

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

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?”

I murmured "You tried your best" A month had passed after Lily's death. Home never felt like home. School even got worse, news started spreading about me having dreams and how it actually happens. Everyone avoided me, no one wanted to associate with me, except for kelly and Liam. I felt like an outcast. I wanted to drop out of school but then I remembered my mom did everything to make me be in school, I was not going to throw that away. i haven't had any dreams since then and it really made me worried and alot scared than before. I didn't know what to expect.

Tommy had been calling their names for like forever and it seemed like the two weren't listening or couldn't hear his shout. After the not-so-friendly shouts, Diana, however, stared back at him and hushed. "Stay quiet Tom, Damian has been having the episode of his dream dwelling or whatever he calls it. Don't shout. We don't want to scare him, especially with the magical flame on his hand." “Oh, yes. And we learned just as much from what he told us that he couldn't control his fire just yet. What the fuck is he doing anyway? He looks possessed." "He has been, well, ...weird since he woke up. Seeing things that weren't there and talking nonsense but I think Andrew was inside his mind right no

*** Wyatt POV I take a deep breath as I look into the bedroom and watch Tommy cry in Finn’s arms. It has been a few months since Tommy has had such a bad nightmare like this. However, Tommy isn’t any closer to resolving his issues and defeating his past demons than he was when we first found him and saved his life. Back then, Kane and I healed his body, but Finn was the only one who could temporarily chase away his past and the various things haunting him. Kane walks up beside me and whispers, “Tommy having another bad dream?”

Tommy yawned and stretched as he sat up in bed. When he'd crashed on the Johnson's spare bed last night he'd forgotten to shut the curtains and the bright dawn sunlight streaming through the window had woken him up far earlier than he would have liked. Last night had been amazing and surreal. It actually seemed like a dream rather than reality. Tommy's best friend Billy, who seemed to have some sort of strange control over his incredibly sexy stepmother, had shared the beautiful, busty blonde with Tommy and their other two friends, Clint and Dougie.

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.

I don’t know why he was so adamant to have me when he could just mark and mate with Samantha making her his Luna. I’m guessing when they disappear they go back to run the pack. The one that I didn’t believe existed until they came back smelling of different scents one day a while back. It would be so helpful if I could remember something. Anything! Just one thing, please mind. Tell me who it is that I miss so much, help me cure my aching heart. The men in my dreams, the woman and man, the group of people around my age telling me things like I should be familiar with them.

They only act cold towards me to keep on grandma's good side. The kids, however, the eldest are more mature. The likes of James, Oscar, Frank, Rose, and Summer. They are all reserved and cool, but you see Drake, Sussan, and Stella, that's not the case with them. Sussan mostly stays quiet and hardly ever does much, so it's hard to place her. It's funny that she and Drake are siblings. "Hey! I'm talking to you. Get back here! "Damien's voice pulls me out of my head and back to my environment.