A young woman, Luxiana Sommeris, has always struggled with sleep paralysis, the strange condition leaving her vulnerable in the quiet hours of the night. When the episodes start becoming more vivid, she dismisses them as nothing more than overactive nightmares—until one night, she feels the touch of something more. In her dream, a dark figure appears a mysterious, sensual stranger who haunts her nights. What she doesn't know is that Damien, the incubus she encounters, isn’t merely a figment of her imagination but a creature bound to her through ancient ties.
View MoreLuxiana SommerisSurprisingly, Anton hadn’t bothered me, even when our paths crossed throughout the day. It was unusual, given his persistent nature, but I welcomed the quiet. Margaret, however, noticed my silence and bombarded me with questions. She asked repeatedly why I seemed so withdrawn, but I brushed her off with a shake of my head and refused to engage.By the time the clock struck the end of our shift, I was eager to escape the day’s tension. I left the office first, hoping to avoid any further interactions. Anton caught up to me just when I thought I was in the clear.“Xiana, can we go have that coffee now?” His voice was soft yet insistent, and he gently caught my wrist, stopping me in my tracks.I sighed deeply, turning to face him. “Anton, I’m not sure this is the best time,” I said, biting my lower lip. “I have some research to finish.”“But… could we, just this once, make time for it today?” he asked, his voice almost pleading. “I promise I won’t bother you after this.
Luxiana SommerisDamien stepped back into my room, filling the quiet space as the door closed behind him. I was already lying in bed, my body draped beneath the soft blanket, though my mind was far from restful. My gaze followed his every move, a blend of anticipation and unease tightening my chest. He didn’t speak immediately, and I waited, holding onto the silence like a thread that might snap.“So, who was it?” I finally asked, my voice trembling just enough to betray my nerves. A part of me dreaded his answer—dreaded the possibility of half-truths or secrets he might choose to keep.“It was Lilith,” he murmured, his tone steady but low as if her name alone might summon her presence. He moved toward the edge of the bed and sat down, his weight dipping the mattress slightly. “She wanted to know how we were doing. Probably hoping to catch us... doing something she could twist into her narrative.”His words settled in the air like a thick mist, and I nodded slowly, chewing on my lip
Luxiana Sommeris“You’re here early and what’s with that long face?” Damien’s smooth, velvety voice startled me as he appeared beside me. I hadn’t even heard him enter the room, and his sudden presence in the quiet dream realm made me flinch.Well, I got here first because I left the waking world early tonight. Staying late at the café with the others had been unbearable—they wouldn’t stop teasing me about Anton.Margaret had been the worst instigator, her grin far too knowing as she threw out little jabs. What made it even more mortifying was that Anton blushed the whole time!Now, I couldn’t stop overthinking it, playing his reaction on an endless loop in my head. Was he embarrassed? Flattered? Annoyed? I had no idea how to read him.“Just tired, I guess,” I muttered, sinking further into the plush, dreamlike bed conjured by my imagination. “The quiz bee is finally over, and now the holiday season is coming—the one where I’ll be spending it alone again.” I let out a deep sigh.Dam
Luxiana Sommeris“No, Xiana, you shouldn’t be like that.” Anton’s voice was heavy with worry as he approached me, his brows furrowed in concern. His hands gently cupped my cheeks, his touch hesitant but firm enough to hold my attention. “You’ll be devastated when he’s gone,” he added softly, his voice almost breaking.I let out a quiet sigh and shook my head, brushing his hands off me as gently as possible without losing my resolve. “Anton,” I began, my tone steady but laced with frustration, “I’m an adult. I’m fully capable of taking responsibility for my actions.”I straightened my posture, trying to maintain a calm composure even as I felt a flicker of anger at his persistence. “It’s none of your concern,” I said firmly, meeting his gaze without flinching. “I hope you understand that. I know what I’m doing.”But Anton refused to back down. He shook his head, his eyes darkening with frustration. “You’re getting attached to him,” he shot back, his voice rising just enough to draw
Luxiana Sommeris“Okay, so we’re done with this, right?” Anton asked, his fingers scrolling through Canva as his brows furrowed in concentration. His question made me nod instinctively.“Yes, finally,” I replied with a small sigh of relief, leaning back in my chair. The last of the social media posts had been scheduled, the tarpaulin banner outside was already up, and registrations were pouring in steadily.“We’ve finished everything,” I added, scratching the back of my head as the weight of the workload began to lift. “I’m so glad we got this done. We almost forgot about it entirely.”Anton chuckled softly, swiveling his chair to face me. “We didn’t forget. We just had too much on our plates, as usual,” he said with a playful shrug.He tilted his head, giving me a thoughtful look. “Do you want to grab some coffee after we hand this to Margaret?”I considered his offer for a moment, then nodded. “Sure. I’ll let Margaret review everything, and then we can focus on the quiz bee preparat
Luxiana SommerisWe stayed in that position, both our bodies burning with desire, igniting something deep inside me that I couldn’t control.Damien’s movements became more deliberate, faster as if he was on the edge of losing control. It felt like he was trying to push me to the brink.“I’m going to release it in your mouth,” he whispered, his breath hot against my skin. Just as he said, he stopped for a moment, and I felt the warmth of his release filling my mouth.He wasn’t done yet, but he seemed eager to see me swallow, the excess liquid dripping from my mouth.“You look so damn hot,” Damien murmured, dark desire lacing his words. “Come here, I’m going to please you.”I should have felt scared by his intensity, but all I could feel was the raw need pulsing through me. I wanted to feel that release too, and I knew he could help me.I glanced at him, his thing still hard, still ready. How was that possible after everything? A shiver ran through me when he chuckled softly.“I can alm
Luxiana SommerisAn Oneiromancer. The word echoed in my mind like a bell tolling in an empty cathedral, filling the void left by unanswered questions. My great-grandmother had wielded this power—a responsibility as much as a gift—and now it was passed to me.Despite finding so many answered questions, new questions arose: Why was it so crucial that Morpheus never find out?With a sigh, I closed the journal, the leather cover cool against my palms, and rubbed my temples to soothe the growing ache in my head. The revelations were overwhelming, piling up like a storm cloud over my thoughts. All I knew for certain was this: my grandmother had not been a wielder. Her mother was the last. Did that mean my parents weren’t either? Could it be that she’d kept this from me because she thought it would never resurface? That the gift—or curse—would skip me altogether? What had happened to her mother? And wasn’t aging supposed to halt once someone became an Oneiromancer? I read that in a book
Luxiana SommerisWhen I arrived at work, the atmosphere buzzed with concern as my colleagues approached me individually, asking how I was doing. Their genuine worry was almost overwhelming but, oddly enough, refreshing. I didn’t often feel so seen and cared for, even if it stemmed from their curiosity about what had happened to me.Despite their attentiveness, my thoughts circled back to Damien's warning about my powers awakening. He had been right. Every time someone so much as brushed against me—whether it was an accidental nudge or a fleeting touch—I glimpsed pieces of their inner turmoil. It was like watching fragments of storms swirling within them, each person carrying a burden I hadn’t been prepared to witness.Everyone had their struggles, their unseen battles. But the question gnawed at me: was it my responsibility to intervene? Could I really carry the weight of everyone’s pain, or was I doomed to simply observe it without a clue of what to do?I sighed, pushing the thou
Luxiana SommerisHonestly, I felt nervous at my boldness, but it didn’t spiral into panic. After all, I was still wearing my underwear, a flimsy barrier that somehow reassured me.I couldn’t help but wonder what he planned to do to make me feel him even more deeply, beyond the gentle touch of my hands against his skin. My curiosity burned brighter than my nervousness, and I found myself wanting—no, craving—more.Was I too aroused to think rationally? Perhaps. My thoughts were clouded, my body begging for something my body was craving.I closed my eyes, surrendering to the moment as I felt him undress completely, leaving no barriers between us save for the thin fabric of my underwear. Slowly, deliberately, he pressed his hardness against me, the sensation unmistakable. A soft moan escaped my lips as his tip brushed against my hidden core, and my entire body reacted. The feeling was electric, unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. Butterflies erupted wildly in my stomach, and t
Luxiana SommerisThe library was quiet, save for the occasional rustle of pages turning. I sat at my desk in the dimly lit corner of the grand old library, the soft golden light of my lamp casting shadows that flickered across the shelves. Towers of books surrounded me—ancient texts, forgotten manuscripts, and half-finished catalog cards. The faint smell of parchment and ink filled the air, grounding me as I reached for another fragile volume, its spine cracked from time and wear.I have always loved this place. The silence, the order, the sense that here, nothing could touch me. It was a haven, a place to hide from the chaos of the outside world. A place where my mind could wander freely between the pages of stories that weren’t my own. But lately, even the comforting isolation of the library couldn't keep away the strange, unsettling dreams.I have always had sleep paralysis, but I lost it after I immersed myself through working. I was always paranoid that I would see something o...
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