Tommy X Dream Novels & Stories

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.

I can say that once upon I dreamt of an alpha because I falls in love with Alpha Duncan in my dream but I ended up marrying Duncan from reality. END

So I pushed on, day after day, determined to find a way to make a difference. And as for the dreams they started to get more frequent. I had always been fascinated by the supernatural, and I often found myself lost in my own imagination, dreaming up elaborate stories about werewolves, vampires, and other mythical creatures. One day, I met a handsome and charming young man who seemed to embody all of the qualities of the perfect werewolf. He was kind, gentle, and always ready with a comforting word and a smile.

He quickly rose and crossed the floor to shake Dustin's hand. He motioned for the deputy to take a seat, although Dustin remained standing. “Tell me what you know.” Tommy explained how he'd run a trace on her, worried she might be in trouble. Being that she was a pretty brown loner lupus garou, he was afraid someone might grab her. “Before I knew it, here comes this frantic request for any information on the missing girl. The pack leader said his name was Anton.” Dustin should have been pleased to hear that Anton was her pack leader and wanted her returned at once. So why the hell did Dustin want to dismiss it as a case of mistaken identity?

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.

"Let's just say we have nothing in common. I can't stand women like her." Cardo asked, "But you'll...surely you're going to have some fun with her?" A smirk curved my lips, but I didn't answer his question. Cardo hit my arm and said, "Pass her over to me when you're done, will you?" "You can fucking have her. Good luck." "But what's the problem?" Tommy questioned. He was also born from betas, as his mother was Cardo's aunt. He was really good at figuring things out.