Luxiana SommerisWhen I got home, I went through my usual nighttime routine, letting the comforting familiarity settle over me before I crawled into bed. With a sigh, I reached for my laptop, deciding to distract myself by diving into Anton’s manuscript. It was better than sitting with the restless thoughts that had been nagging at me all day.Should I ask Damien about this? The idea crossed my mind, but I quickly dismissed it. He’d only tease me, turning my genuine questions into a game I couldn’t win. He never answered me seriously unless it suited him. The thought left me frustrated, and I sighed again, trying to shake off the unease curling in my chest. I closed the laptop, deciding it was better to sleep than dwell on things I couldn’t resolve tonight.But as soon as I settled into the quiet, something felt off. My ears picked up an eerie sound—so faint and strange it made my eyes snap open. I stayed perfectly still, glancing around. It was my room, no doubt, but there was som
Luxiana SommerisWe stared at each other for what felt like an eternity, the silence between us charged with an unspoken tension. His eyes held me captive, their depth and intensity pulling me in like a force I couldn't resist. They were… utterly mesmerizing, the kind of eyes you could drown in without even realizing it.I tried to tear my gaze away, but it was as if my will had been snatched from me. Finally, with great effort, I managed to gather the scraps of my composure and gently pushed him away, breaking the spell he had unknowingly cast.“Whatever,” I said, my voice sharper than I intended. “Just… stay away from me for now.” The words came out like a hiss, betraying the frustration bubbling inside me—not with him, but with myself.Because deep down, I knew the truth. What happened between us last night wasn’t something I could bring myself to hate, no matter how much I tried.It lingered in my thoughts, strange and confusing, leaving me unsure of how to feel or what to do. I
Luxiana SommerisA week had passed since the day Todd borrowed a book about incubi and succubi, and I couldn’t help but be curious about what happened to him after all that time had passed.Each time the delicate chime of the wind bells at the entrance broke the stillness, my eyes instinctively darted toward the door, my heart lifting slightly with hope—only to sink back when it wasn’t that guy.There’s a part of me that wants to know how he was doing, whether he had delved into the enigmatic world of succubi, or even, perhaps, accepted one into his life. Did he manage to learn more about their kind? Was he disappointed, or scared? He is experiencing the same thing I have in my dreams at night. It’s rare for me to have someone that close, which is why I can’t stay put. I glanced at the door again when I heard it open, but it was not him again.“Who are you waiting for?”I jumped at Margaret’s voice. She had appeared at my desk with her usual energy, startling me out of my thoughts.
Luxiana SommerisI couldn’t shake Todd and Clarisse from my thoughts when I got home. Their presence lingered in my mind, consuming my attention as though they owed me some unspoken debt. It was odd, this relentless pull I felt toward them, but I couldn’t deny it. I just wanted to help. I wanted to see them at peace, to watch their troubles dissolve, because deep down, I was convinced that whatever had transpired between them was simply a colossal misunderstanding.I couldn’t help but wonder what Todd would do next. He had been so caught up in sharing his excitement, so eager to relive his experiences, that he didn’t realize the pain he’d inflicted on someone else. Words, once spoken, could never be taken back, and I knew that truth would weigh on him. Still, I clung to the hope that Clarisse might find it in herself to confront him, to speak her mind and hear his side of the story. Communication—is what everyone needs to mend a rift, or so I told myself. With a heavy sigh, I pushe
Luxiana SommerisWork had been exhausting, but I felt a quiet satisfaction at the end of the day. A steady stream of students and middle-aged readers had come to the library, eagerly searching for books to immerse themselves in.I’d always assumed that technology would take over even the simple joy of reading. With ebooks and online platforms offering instant access to stories—often for just a handful of coins—it seemed inevitable. Yet, seeing people choose the weight of a book in their hands, cherishing the earthy smell of its pages, and savoring the anticipation of flipping to the next chapter made me undeniably happy. It was as if these readers were keeping something sacred alive, and I was grateful for their quiet rebellion against the digital tide.Todd and Clarisse didn’t come by today, which was unusual. I could only hope they were working things out. I didn’t want to see their friendship end because of what had happened. They deserved to keep the bond they’d nurtured for so
Luxiana SommerisDamien’s words lingered in my mind, stirring thoughts I hadn’t considered before. I had never seen him so serious.The furrow of his brow and the sharp set of his jaw were as if he had transformed into someone I barely recognized. I didn’t even know he could make a face that carried such a heavyweight. like that“Don’t let your thoughts wander to anyone or anything connected to you when you sleep,” he said, his tone low but commanding. “Your powers are still wild, uncontrolled. If you’re not careful, you could put yourself at risk.”His words wrapped around me like a suffocating blanket, dense and inescapable. I tried to absorb what he was saying, to make sense of it, but the more I thought about it, the more muddled everything became. Deep down, I knew he was probably right, but I couldn’t help the lingering confusion that clouded my understanding.“Who would even come after me?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “And how much harm could they possibly inflict?”“Morpheus
Luxiana SommerisThe sound that escaped my lips seemed to ignite something primal within him, a spark that made his actions more deliberate, more fervent. His hands on my breast felt like a mix of warmth and electricity coursing through me, leaving a trail of sensations that made my breath hitch. His touch was a paradox of tenderness and intensity, his movements slow and careful as his fingers brushed against my chest. Yet, with every small sound I involuntarily made—a gasp, a quiet whimper—his pace would shift, his touch growing more confident as if he were searching for the music my body made and craving to hear it over and over again.Damien’s lips never left mine, a connection so consuming that I couldn’t imagine wanting it to end. He did touch me before, but I don’t know why this feels so different.Each kiss was a confession, an unspoken promise that burned through me, making my skin feel alive in ways I’d never experienced before. The pleasure he gave me was raw and consumin
Luxiana Sommeris“Okay, let me get this straight,” Anton said after he sipped his coffee. “You're being visited by a demon—an incubus?”When we arrived at the coffee shop, we ordered our drinks and started talking. His almost calm look surprised me. Anton was looking at me as if trying to process the words I'd shared. It was a look that seemed hard to shake, and I could tell he had more questions racing through his mind than he knew how to ask.I nodded, my gaze steady before putting down my mug. “He's been visiting me for almost a month now.”Anton’s eyes widened, and he set his cup down a little too forcefully. “And you haven't... let him do anything? Aren’t you both suffering because of it?” His question caught me off guard, making me tilt my head in confusion.“What do you mean?” I asked, my voice uncertain. He didn’t seem shocked by what I’d said—perhaps more intrigued—but of course, I hadn't shared the more... intimate details of what Damien and I did in my dreams when he visit
Luxiana SommerisWhen I woke up the following day, my entire body ached in ways I had never experienced before. A deep soreness settled into my muscles, making even the simple act of shifting beneath the sheets feel challenging. It was as if every fiber of my being remembered Damien’s touch, his kisses, the way his hands had explored me so thoroughly that now, even the ghost of his touch made me shiver.I blinked a few times, my vision adjusting to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. A quiet, heavy stillness surrounded me, one that immediately told me something was missing. My eyes roamed the room, taking in the familiar details—the books stacked haphazardly on my nightstand, the thin trail of moonlight still lingering from the early hours of dawn, the faint imprint on the pillow beside me.But he was gone. A strange hollowness settled in my chest. I had known, logically, that he wouldn’t be able to stay forever. My power had limits, after all. No matter how bad
Luxiana SommerisThe first thing I felt was the cool caress of air against my skin, followed by the soft, familiar texture of sheets beneath my fingertips. My head was heavy, my limbs sluggish, as though I had been pulled from the depths of an ocean, weighed down by something unseen. My breath came slow, shallow, as the remnants of a dream clung to me like mist, refusing to let go.I forced my eyes open, my vision hazy before the world sharpened into focus. The dim glow of my bedside lamp bathed the room in warm light. My room. The waking world. I was back.For a fleeting moment, dread settled in my chest like a stone. Had I failed? Had I woken up alone, everything I had fought for slipping through my fingers like sand? My pulse pounded in my ears, an unbearable silence stretching between the seconds. But then, I heard breathing.Deep, steady, but it was not mine. My body went rigid. I turned my head, my heartbeat slamming against my ribs.And there he was. Damien lay beside me, his
Luxiana SommerisAfter our conversation, we spent what felt like hours wrapped in each other's arms, basking in the warmth of our bare skin pressed together, as if trying to memorize every inch of each other. Now, we lay entangled on the bed, fingers lazily intertwined, tracing invisible patterns against each other’s skin. It was a quiet, intimate moment, yet my mind refused to settle.Despite the lingering worries swirling inside me—the uncertainty of what lay ahead, the weight of everything we had been through—one thought anchored itself in my mind, unwavering and insistent. It had been there for days, waiting for the right moment to surface. And now, with Damien beside me, his presence as tangible as the rise and fall of my breath, I finally allowed myself to give voice to it.I swallowed, pushing past the sudden tightness in my throat. “Damien?” I murmured, my voice softer than I intended.His gaze flickered to mine immediately, the deep crimson of his eyes glowing faintly in th
Luxiana SommerisThe next day at work, I was relieved that everything was peaceful. The steady rhythm of the library, the faint rustling of pages, and the quiet hum of the computers created a familiar sense of calm. There were no unexpected disruptions, no sudden chaos—just the usual serenity that made this place feel like a sanctuary.And yet, a lingering sense of disappointment tugged at me. I had hoped to see Damien in the realm last night, even if only for a brief moment. It wasn’t unusual for us to miss each other sometimes, but I couldn’t help feeling a little let down. He better make it up to me later.Shaking off my thoughts, I forced myself to focus on work. I had responsibilities here, and I wasn’t about to let my personal feelings distract me. I immersed myself in checking the book rental schedules, my eyes scanning the due dates and borrower names with precision.So engrossed was I in my task that I didn’t notice someone staring at me until I felt the weight of their ga
Luxiana SommerisWhen we finally stumbled upon a coffee shop, we stepped inside, relieved to find the warmth of the café embracing us. The air carried the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee, mingling with the faint scent of vanilla and cinnamon. The place wasn’t crowded—hardly anyone was here, which wasn’t surprising considering it was nearly midnight.Soft, ambient music played in the background, a gentle piano melody that filled the otherwise quiet space. Dim yellow lights bathed the wooden tables in a golden glow, creating a cozy, intimate atmosphere. A few customers sat scattered around, some engrossed in their laptops, others lost in their own world, sipping their drinks silently.Anton and I approached the counter, placing our orders. The barista, a tired-looking young woman with a ponytail, worked swiftly, her movements practiced as she poured steamed milk into a cup and drizzled caramel over the foam. Moments later, she handed me my caramel macchiato, its warmth seeping in
Luxiana SommerisWe placed our orders, choosing our drinks first before adding an assortment of savory pastries to the list. The café was warm, filled with the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee and buttery baked goods. The soft hum of conversation blended with the occasional clink of porcelain cups and the low whirr of the espresso machine.As we waited, I found myself watching Anton. There was something about him—an odd sense of detachment, as if he were present in body but not entirely in spirit. He smiled politely while speaking to Margaret, his voice even, his posture relaxed, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that it was all a carefully crafted façade.He didn’t seem distressed by the situation—the fact that his new workplace was barely functioning without its employees, the fact that people had died. Or maybe, I considered, he was doing his best to cope, forcing normalcy upon himself to keep from unraveling.Margaret, on the other hand, didn’t seem to share his calm exterior
Luxiana SommerisI arrived at work that morning feeling surprisingly refreshed. The events of last night in the dream realm had been exhilarating—an experience so vivid and thrilling that I wanted to relive it over and over again.After grabbing a quick breakfast, I headed straight to the library, only to find a group of employees gathered in hushed murmurs around something. Their expressions ranged from shock to deep concern.Curious, I stepped closer. “What’s going on?” I asked, tilting my head as I tried to peek over their shoulders. “Did something happen?”One of the senior staff members, Sir Davis, turned to me with a grim expression. “Oh, Luxiana, you need to see this,” he said, handing me a tablet. “It’s about the company Anton transferred to. Most of their employees were found dead—victims of severe nightmares. The survivors have been hospitalized.”My breath caught in my throat. “What?” I gasped, “Is Anton okay?” Without waiting for an answer, I pushed my way forward to see f
Luxiana SommerisDamien’s smirk never faded as he brushed his thumb over my lower lip, his dark eyes locked onto mine. The warmth of his touch sent a delicious shiver down my spine, and I knew there was no turning back. The air between us crackled with anticipation, thick and intoxicating.“Come with me,” he murmured his voice a rich, velvety whisper that wrapped around me like silk.He didn’t need to ask twice. My fingers laced with his, and he led me through the dimly lit corridor, each step sending my pulse racing. The world outside faded into nothing—just the two of us, drawn together by something undeniable, something deeper than desire.The bedroom door shut softly behind us, sealing us away in the quiet intimacy of the moment. The glow of the bedside lamp cast golden light across the room, flickering over the planes of his face, highlighting the intensity in his eyes as he turned to me.He reached for me, his hands finding my waist, pulling me closer until our bodies brushed
Luxiana Sommeris“Stop messing around. You claimed me like you had an endless reserve of energy just waiting to be unleashed,” I teased, my voice carrying a mix of amusement and exasperation.Damien let out a deep, rich laugh, his stormy blue eyes gleaming with mischief. “I want more of you, Xiana. You’re everything I desire, and yet, I can't seem to get enough. If I had it my way, I’d have you again and again, every moment of every day.”A warm flush crept up my neck as I playfully smacked his shoulder. “Stop it, you're making me blush,” I giggled, trying to suppress the shy smile tugging at my lips.His gaze softened as he took my hands in his, giving them a gentle squeeze before murmuring, “We have a long night ahead of us, but I think my favorite part will be what happens inside that room.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, a teasing smirk playing on his lips. “But first, let’s have dinner.”The moment we stepped outside, the mouthwatering aroma of something savory filled the