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 Sommeris“Oh, this?” Damien’s voice was nonchalant, but his battered appearance said otherwise. He sauntered toward me, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips despite the bruises marring his sharp features. “I had a little chat with some people in the faction. Let’s say their opinions didn’t sit well with me, so we ended up... settling things physically,” he added.His casual tone didn’t mask the fresh bruises scattered across his arms and neck, the deep hues of purples and blues stark against his pale skin. They were so vivid, so raw, that just looking at them sent a pang of discomfort straight to my chest. The sight made me uneasy—made me hate seeing him like this, though I couldn’t pinpoint why.I wanted to trust his explanation, to take his words at face value, but doubt gnawed at the edges of my mind. My earlier conversation with Anton replayed in my head, his words laced with unease. They had planted a seed of suspicion I couldn’t shake.Was Damien telling the truth?
Luxiana SommerisI couldn’t concentrate on what Damien was telling me about Morpheus. His words seemed to blur into the background as my thoughts fixated on the sensation of his hands against my back—broad, warm, and infinitely skilled in their movement.Those hands. They were good at everything they did, weren’t they? Was there anything Damien couldn’t excel at? The thought frustrated me, yet it was impossible to deny the ease with which he coaxed tension from my muscles. I wanted to tell him to stop, to end this torment of touch that both soothed and unsettled me, but the words never came. Instead, I remained still, hyperaware of the way his fingers worked their magic.As his hands slowly traveled downward, tracing the sides of my torso, I felt the faintest graze near the curve of my chest where my body pressed into the mattress of the bed.My breath hitched, and I bit my lower lip, startled by the wave of pleasure that coursed through me. Was it the warmth of the oil on his hand
Luxiana Sommeris“Looks like someone had a rough night,” came a familiar voice, cutting through the fog of my thoughts. Startled, I looked up to see Anton leaning casually against the counter, his arms crossed and a playful smirk tugging at his lips. His posture was relaxed, but a glint of curiosity in his eyes made it clear he was already forming his own conclusions about my disheveled state.“Good morning to you, Anton,” I said, smiling politely despite the unease within me.“Good morning—and let me guess,” he continued with a teasing lilt, “nothing too intimate happened, judging by that look on your face.”His words were lighthearted, his tone deliberately mischievous, but they hit closer to the truth than I cared to admit. For a moment, I stared at him, unsure whether to laugh or roll my eyes. “It wasn’t that bad,” I replied, organizing the books with deliberate care. “We talked, actually. It felt...like we were getting to know each other. He even asked me questions about myse
Luxiana 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