Tommy X Dream の小説・ストーリー

Tommy will choose me. The pack elders form a circle around the ceremonial bonfire. I spot Tommy standing near his father, Alpha Xander, and my breath catches. He looks so handsome in his ceremonial leathers, his brown hair swept back, his eyes scanning the crowd. When they land on me, he gives a small nod. My chest floods with warmth.

But Tommy tried his best to get to know his idol better. "Why are you smiling?" asked Dante, sitting before Tommy shook his head, the smile still lingering on his face. Of course, it wasn't a mockery or disdain but a smile of pride. "I just didn't expect to be chosen to work with you, sir," Tommy replied. "You are our idol__" "We?" interrupted Dante. "Yes, me and my friends in special forces training," Tommy replied, sounding enthusiastic. "Oh yeah, how old are you?" asked Dante again. "Twenty-four, and you're only a year older than me."

"There are the videos which are causing the rumors. These tapes are made by a professional impersonator, even the sound system looks like real. Dea scrolled down through the videos in that YouTube channel, there were total seven of them. Those already got many viewers and comments about the side effects of their new foundation 'Petals', but they weren't true. Dea was strictly handling her makeup industry, there was no way that the products could be made by bad ingredients. Whoever uploaded these videos truly wanted to annihilate her reputation. She noticed the channel's name, it was Spoiled Makeup, though she didn't recognize the model in the tapes

“I’ll come to you.” Tommy’s voice got even lower, sounding almost like a man’s voice. “I’ve been waiting for you. You’re on my playground. Who did you think the monster was?” Tommy’s voice was now deep and evil as something not of this Earth. “I just love the smell of your fresh souls, ha-ha-ha-ha. You two idiots are coming with me!”

He caressed her face. “What's the matter?” Gemma buried her face into his chest. “Oh, Declan… It was j-just a-awful!” she sobbed brokenly. “What was, sweetheart?” he demanded, holding Gemma against him. “The dream… I h-had the d-dream again.” The sobs were easing now. “It's so long since it last happened, I'd almost forgotten about it.” Declan’s grey eyes were still darkened with concern as he held Gemma at arm's length, searching her deathly white face for several long seconds.

He pulled her the rest of the way on top of him. "Uh-huh. You wouldn't believe the number of guys I have dated that thought a well-stocked freezer and a working microwave oven were great living. They were even delighted when they had a girl over for the night that knew how to use the microwave." She felt his hands slide down her back, then an unfriendly slap woke him. Tommy grumbled, “Shit! I have a very disgusting dream! ” Andrew and Tommy have been slapped by a large branch of a tree trunk. "You two, snap out of it, wake up, or we will be barbecued."

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.

He spits. Classy. “Tommy,” Rowan says and I see the wolf jerk in surprise at that. “What?” I ask, turning to her. “His name is Tommy,” she repeats. “He is the usual buffed up, dumb brute. More brawn, less brain. Lives by every word that comes out of Dominic's mouth and breathes by the air that comes from his ass and is unnecessarily cruel. You can't break him. To him, Dominic is the beginning and the end. Which is good,” she finishes.

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.]

Talia’s pov I was lying on my bed, scrolling through my phone like any other night, when the message popped up. Unknown number. Just a few lines that made my pulse jump. “Masked kink night this Friday. No names, no faces, strict NDAs. Bring your darkest fantasy.” I stared at my screen and I just knew who sent it. It was Jamie from college. The guy who always threw all the wildest parties in school and he never apologized for it.