Luxiana SommerisMy heart, frantic just moments before, seemed to exhale with relief. Those stormy blue eyes met mine, their depth and intensity a familiar comfort. It felt like the world had stopped spinning for a moment, allowing me to gather myself in his gaze.“Xiana, why the hell are you crying?” Damien’s voice broke the silence, low and tinged with irritation, yet carrying a trace of warmth beneath the gruffness.I blinked, startled by his words, and wiped at my tear-streaked face, embarrassment creeping in. But the relief of seeing him awake, alive, and speaking overpowered everything else.“What else? You were unconscious—I thought you were dead.” My voice wavered as I averted my gaze, trying desperately to maintain my composure.Damien grunted as he lowered himself to the floor, attempting to meet my eyes. His lips curled into a wry smile. “Weeds don’t die that easily.”I crossed my arms, trying to keep my tone firm. “You just casually admitted you’re ruthless, Damien.”“And
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 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 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 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 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 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“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 SommerisThe warmth of the sunlight creeping through my blankets woke me, its rays forcing my heavy eyelids open. I blinked against the brightness, feeling the soft heat wrap around me like a reluctant embrace.“Good, you’re awake,” a familiar voice said. Turning my head, I spotted Damien standing nearby. His arms and legs were wrapped in fresh bandages, the stark white strips a striking contrast against his pale skin.I blinked several times, struggling to process where I was. For a moment, I thought I was still dreaming. The last thing I remembered was closing my eyes in Morpheus’ realm, though I had no idea how many days—or weeks—had passed since then.“W-Why am I still here in this realm?” I stammered, my voice dry and barely above a whisper. I tried to sit up, but my body refused to cooperate. Every limb felt impossibly heavy, weighed down by exhaustion and lingering pain.“You shouldn’t try to move yet,” Damien said softly. “I did everything I could to heal you, but…
Luxiana SommerisI’d been locked here for days, but now I understood why Morpheus had wiped out our entire bloodline. He knew exactly how powerful Oneiromancers could be.I didn’t need Damien to explain it, and I didn’t need my grandmother’s journal to spell it out for me. Morpheus had made it obvious. He was afraid—terrified of what I could do. Why else would he keep me locked up and guard me himself? That fear was something I could use, but first, I had to figure out how.I leaned back against the cold, rough bars forcing myself to take slow breaths. My hands stung, raw, and bleeding from where I’d clawed at the bars earlier. I’d been so close to losing it, but somehow, I managed to stop myself from destroying the cage. Not that I could’ve, anyway.A few hours ago, I’d tried to use my powers, but they barely flickered to life. Weak. Pathetic. I didn’t have enough strength, and this place—the heavy air, the oppressive energy—was suffocating me. But I couldn’t give up. I had to get
Damien“She’s been gone for two nights. Two fucking nights!” I yelled, my voice ringing through Lilith’s throne room. The white flames on the torches lining the walls flared with my anger, casting jagged shadows across the black stone.“And you think that’s my problem?” Lilith replied lazily, not even bothering to look up from where she was filing her nails.“I’m trying to have a serious conversation here, Lilith,” I said, forcing myself to stay calm. “No human can go two days without sleep. Something’s wrong—something must’ve happened to her.”She finally paused, tilting her head like she was considering my words. “Relax. Maybe she got into some kind of accident or…” Lilith trailed off, a faint smirk tugging at her lips. “Oh, right. If she so much as closed her eyes, you’d see her, wouldn’t you?”“That’s what makes it so strange!” I snapped, raking a hand through my hair. “Her dreamscape is normal—no interruptions, no signs of distress. But if she hasn’t slept in two days…” I traile
Luxiana SommerisI could feel his heat through the thin fabric, his teasing presence so close that it left me trembling again. The barrier of my underwear felt like the only thing tethering me to reality, keeping me from giving in completely to the ache building between us.He groaned softly, his grip on my hips tightening as his body stilled against mine. Moments later, I felt his release soaking through the fabric, warm and intimate in a way that made my heart race. He rested his forehead against mine, his breathing heavy but steady, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.“Damn, Xiana,” he said, his voice husky and low. “You’re driving me crazy. I can’t stop thinking about you.”His words lingered in the air, wrapping around me like an unspoken promise, a secret I hadn’t realized I wanted to hear. Did he mean every word he said to me, or was it just something to pull me closer?We lay side by side, skin against skin, the silence stretching between us. Naked and unguarded
Luxiana Sommeris“Do you have feelings for me, Xiana?” Damien’s voice broke the silence, low and deliberate, making it impossible to avoid his gaze any longer.I tried to steady my breathing, keeping my eyes on the ground. “Why would you think that?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.I can’t let him know, not now. I am sure this is not the best time to tell him how I feel, I don’t want to lose him.He shrugged a casual gesture that didn’t match the intensity in his eyes. Before I could look away, he gently tilted my chin up so I couldn’t escape him.“Just curious,” he said softly, his thumb brushing against my jaw. “Do you have someone you’re interested in?”The question caught me off guard. I blinked at him, trying to process what he was asking. “Maybe,” I replied, forcing myself to keep my tone light, even playful.His hand fell away as he leaned back slightly, nodding as if my answer meant something he wasn’t ready to share.“More handsome than me?” he asked, a teasing smil
Luxiana SommerisWhen we returned to my room, a wave of nervousness settled over me. My heart raced as uncertainty crept in, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that the Walkers might still be lingering. I glanced at Damien, hoping for reassurance but reluctant to voice my fears aloud. The thought of him dealing with more danger made my chest tighten.“No one’s here, stop worrying. They can’t stay long in this realm,” Damien said, his voice calm yet firm. His words eased the tension in my shoulders, and I let out a sigh of relief.“Can I stay long in this realm? Like never come back in the real realm?” I asked, curiosity lacing my tone as my gaze flicked to his.He turned to me, his stormy blue eyes serious. “You can, but it would take a toll on your body in the real world. Staying here too long will weaken you.”His warning made my stomach drop, but my concern shifted as I noticed his injuries again. His stance was steady, but I could see the strain in his movements, the cuts and bruis
Luxiana SommerisAs I got ready for bed, I couldn’t shake Anton’s confession from my mind. It clung to me like a shadow, but the thought of Damien pulled me in a different direction—one heavier and more complicated.Last night, we didn’t get to cuddle that much or I don’t know if we have reached his quota because of what happened.Will he explain to them that the walkers came to distract us? But I remember he told me he couldn’t tell that the walkers kept attacking my realm.It would raise suspicions, but I am sure…Lilith is someone he can’t fool again. I sighed, sinking into my bed and letting the day's exhaustion weigh me down. Closing my eyes, I willed myself into sleep, knowing I’d find myself in the dream realm soon enough.When I opened my eyes, the familiar glow of my dreamscape surrounded me, but something was missing. Damien wasn’t here.“I must be early,” I mumbled, pacing the room to calm my nerves. But as I moved toward the door, a flicker of movement caught my eye. Peeri
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