Tommy X Dream Novels & Stories

“Think she can handle us?” Marco lets out a low chuckle, his sly grin widening as he leans against a nearby pillar, one hand casually brushing back his dark hair. “Oh, I bet she’s been dreamin’ of somethin’ like this. Ain’t that right, sweetheart?” His tone is teasing, but there’s a sharp edge of curiosity beneath it, like he’s already imagining the possibilities.Ty, as always, stays silent for now, but his piercing gaze speaks volumes. He shifts his weight, the muscles in his forearms flexing as he stuffs his hands into the pockets of his worn jeans, just watching, waiting. The tension rolling off him is almost tangible, a quiet storm ready to break.I step even closer, the heat of my body b

"Tyler and I are exactly what you think we are. I need some excitement in my life, Pierre. If you can't handle that, we can get a divorce." She paused, a slow, cruel smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. "But let's be real. Can you give up this perfect, luxurious life? What could you amount to without me?"

I could keep myself safe, but what would I say to Rick if something happened to his son? Tommy was a great guy. He was almost seven feet tall, his dirty blond hair always disheveled, his brown eyes ever cheerful, his smile wide. And he was always ready to come to anybody’s aid. We fought and made peace, trained and ran away to the mountains... So many adventures, so much fun, so much laughter.

Plus, all the groupies on the message board said he had a huge cock. Tommy couldn't have known how bad my celeb crush really was. He couldn't have known about all the sleepless nights I'd spent laying in bed, one hand between my legs as I stared at the bulge in Contendah's pants on my "Dat Krew" poster. Nor could he have known about my second, secret Tumblr account where I spent my time reblogging interracial p**n and messaging that chick from Atlanta who said she'd slept with the Krew before they really got big.

“You better start talking or I'm gonna shove of fucking hearing device so far up your ass, you would hear the sound of your small intestine as it produces shit.” “I—I swear, I know nothing, Vex–” “It's Jordan.” “Sorry. Jordan. I—” “Free him, Jay.” Tommy's voice wasn't so difficult to recognize after having heard it for over two decades. He's also the only fucker that choose to freestyle with my name. The younger guy sitting next to me had that redeeming look upon spotting Tommy walking towards us. Alas, he'll live this day without a scratch. Tommy strolled over like he had all the time in the world, not rushing, not panicking—just calm in that way that made me want to break something. Even i

“I don't know. Maybe he knew I wasn't dead, as the others thought.” “I don't know what to say,” Damon said. Tom took a deep breath. “I’ve been having dreams,” he said. “Dreams of Lord Zack chasing me. And then, I led an army of wolves against him. It’s time to finish what I started.” Damon looked at him, his eyes narrowing. “What are you talking about?” he asked.

Thomas unbuttons the top button of his shirt to get some air. They stood in the middle of the room staring into each other’s eyes trying to push into each other’s minds. The candle flames became higher, and when he saw the look in her eyes, he could tell as her thoughts seemed to have changed. For some reason, she had remembered her dream from last night. A warm flush overcame her as she pushed into his mind, bringing her hot and steamy dreams with her. That took them down a whole other road. She had been having this dream ever since they had met. When it came to controlling it, that had been rather difficult lately.

He looked pale but surprisingly good for someone who'd been shot less than twenty-four hours ago. "Hi," he said, his gaze moving over our group with obvious confusion. "I'm Tommy." "We know," Troy said, stepping forward with confidence. "I'm Troy, and these are my brothers Lake and Soren. We brought you stuff because Dad said you were hurt and probably bored." Tommy's eyes moved to Xenois with a question in them. "My sons wanted to meet you," Xenois explained. "And apparently decided you needed entertainment." "That's really nice," Tommy said, looking genuinely touched as the boys started unpacking their offerings onto the bedside table. "Thank you guys. I've actually been pretty bored."

“If I knew, I would fix it. I can’t stop getting enough blood. I feel like a bus ran over me. Literally, I feel like I was hit by a bus. Those dreams were so real, so powerful, and I can’t shake them, Alex. I never, ever, have had anything feel like this before. I woke up a pool of sweat and took a shower once already. I feel like a wreck, and all I can do is think about Amber.” “Wow, Dom, that is crazy. I didn’t realize that. I don’t think I have ever heard you say anything about dreaming before.” “No, I hadn’t. I had this vision, which sucked a lot of energy from me. I then fell asleep, which just became a trap. I was stuck in a wonderfully, erotic, real, intense, and I don’t have the word

Under his miss-no-detail gaze, her nipples sprang to attention. Swatting at his hands, she added, “Cut it out.” “Back off.” This time Ben’s disembodied voice sounded more menacing. “I’m not holding her,” Tommy replied calmly, not bothering to turn around. He finished buttoning her shirt and rubbed his thumb gently under her eye, where she’d tried to use makeup to hide the dark, puffy circles left by lack of sleep.