Tommy X Dream Novels & Stories

*** 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?”

Uncomfortable, she looks down and puts on her glasses. Alone and unhappy, all she wanted was to get rid of that dream, the dream that somehow invaded her lonely nights. Giving her pain and heartache But this time there was a slight difference. The man who freed himself and traveled over the leaf has a deal with A face she knew. A face that earns her a shiver and she hopes that she has never met him! Oh, God!! Why him? Why not Henry Cavil? Or Ryan Gosling? She could use some hard sugar in her so-boring-life. She dreamt.

“Maybe it’s a little of both.” “Both gorgeous beyond reason. Both filthy rich. Both incredibly intelligent with a great sense of humor... Are these guys man-made?” she chuckled. “Tell me where you put your order in so that I can give mine.” “Tom’s pretty handsome and you know it,” I scolded. “He is,” she admitted, “but, he’s not rich.” “Give his acting career time to take off and then come talk to me about that,” I said. “He is a damned good actor,” she said proudly.

He adds with a playful wiggle of his eyebrows. I give him a pointed look as this is an argument I suspect will continue having until the baby is born. “And I told you baby girls are dominant in my grandmother's line, beautiful ones too” I finish with a playful flip of my hair. “Now where are you going?” Tommy arranges the right sleeve of his leather jacket, tugging a little on the silver Zip sewn at the side “I have to meet Diego and Gio in the city for an errand… and no, you can’t come” he adds quickly when I start to smile.

he asked looking directly into my eyes. “I guess it’s a mystery we will never be able to solve?” I replied. If I could read his mind, I’m sure he would be like just tell me this your name so I could drop all this problem on your head. Mother given name has never been used by Dreamers, it’s one of the rules that makes us different from other people who can travel through realms. If your real name was to be discovered, you would be locked up in a building and all your colleagues problem would be placed into your hands to solve for them and for centuries those that have fallen prey to divulging their names have always died before solving even one person’s problem. Well only one person has falle

But instead, she asked, “Really? Artimous died?” I giggled then went on explaining my dream. I expressed every emotion I had felt in it and the emotion and movement that Laylan had felt and made. As I finished the boys rounded the corner into the room. Mitchell heard me say the name Daemon and his tan face twisted in shock. “What? Are you saying you had a dream about Daemon, too? Veda has always dreamed of him though she never really says much about it. Who is this guy? I mean what are the odds that you both would be having dreams about two guys with the same name.” He looked first at me then to Veda and finally over to Josh, who had already taken a seat in his usual recliner.

It looked like a complimentary gift that was part of a kids' meal from Kidztopia. I couldn't control myself anymore. "Is Lorenzo Corporation losing that much money? You can't even afford a proper gift for Lyanna, so you have to give her a free gift as a present?" Matthew seemed to realize that his actions were inappropriate and rushed to explain. "Elias wanted to eat a Kidztopia Meal today, and the Amazingman figure came with it. I figured that the kids these days all love him, which is why I decided to give it to Lyanna as a present.

Melissa is asleep upstairs. Tommy is probably dreaming about dinosaurs or superheroes or whatever five-year-olds dream about. My phone buzzes. Text from Harrison Petrov: ‘Vote will be close. Need to know where you stand. Call me.’ I don't call. Not yet. Footsteps pad down the hallway. Small ones. Tommy appears in the doorway in Batman pajamas. Rubbing sleep from his eyes with tiny fists. "Daddy?" "Hey, buddy." I minimize the email screen—Harrison's name disappearing like it was never there. "What are you doing up?"

I don’t know what I thought would happen, but it wasn’t this. Tommy breaks the tension and introduces himself. “Hello Rayna. It’s nice to meet you. I’ll be your Delta. This is Jason your future Gamma, and Ben your future Beta. Kennedy is one of our warriors too.” He points me out and I wish he wouldn’t, she was calming down, but that tension is back the instant he says my name.

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.