All Chapters of Whispers Of My Incubus Guardian: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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

Luxiana Sommeris“It won’t work. Humans will always sleep—you’ll eventually pass out.” The voice was familiar, jolting me out of bed with a start. My heart raced, and my eyes darted to the door. Damien stood there with his expression dark and serious.Panic immediately set in. I was certain I had done everything to stay awake. I’d downed coffee like it was my lifeline—how could I have fallen asleep? The confusion swirled in my mind. How did he know I was fighting so hard to keep my eyes open?I followed his gaze and froze. He was staring at the two empty mugs on my bedside table. My pulse quickened. Crap! I must’ve passed out a while ago!“Y-you... stay back!” I screamed, my voice trembling. He didn’t respond, didn’t flinch. Without breaking eye contact, he moved closer. Each step felt like a magnet pulling me in, though every instinct in my body screamed to run.Before I could react, Damien’s strong arms encircled my waist. My muscles locked up as if his touch had paralyzed my entir

Luxiana SommerisAs we sat down with our coffee orders in hand, Anton leaned forward, a curious smile on his lips. “So, how long have you been in the city, Luxiana?” he asked, his voice casual yet warm. Then, almost as an afterthought, he added, “Oh, and how old are you? I just realized I might not be giving you the respect you deserve, depending on that.”I couldn’t help but chuckle softly at his sudden concern. “There’s no need to be so formal, really,” I assured him, offering a light smile. “I just turned 26 this year.”His eyes widened in surprise, a playful spark flickering in them. “Wait, so you’re like my older sister!”I clutched my chest dramatically, pretending to be wounded by his words. “I’m not sure whether to take that as a compliment or not, but if that’s how you feel comfortable, then sure,”We both burst out laughing, the atmosphere light and easy between us. After a moment, I took a sip of my cold caramel macchiato and glanced over at him. “What about you? You look

Luxiana Sommeris“Good morning, Xiana,” Margaret greeted me warmly as I entered the library. “Looks like you had a rough night, huh? Those dark circles are doing all the talking. Is everything alright?”I groaned, dropping my bag beside my locker. “A demon kept me up all night. Honestly, I barely slept. I’m unsure if what I got qualifies as sleep at all.”“Huh? Demon?” Margaret’s eyes narrowed playfully as she leaned in. I cursed myself inwardly—mentioning something like that wasn’t exactly wise. “Are you talking about a man, Xiana?”I rolled my eyes. “No, Miss Margaret, not a man. As much as they can be like that, this wasn’t one of those situations. I was reading the manuscript Anton sent over last night. It’s about an angel and a demon,” I replied. Technically, that wasn’t entirely a lie.“Oh! So that’s it!” She grinned, her fingers finding my waist to poke me teasingly. “You and Anton, huh? Getting close now?”Margaret’s teasing was relentless. I giggled, trying to swat her hand a

Luxiana SommerisThe sensation of him so close, his breath brushing against my neck, made my heart race in a way that was both exhilarating and nerve-wracking. There was something indescribably different about it—a warmth that sent shivers through me, as if a thousand butterflies had taken flight in my stomach, their delicate wings performing intricate dances of somersaults that left me breathless.Damien’s kisses were like the softest whispers of fire against my skin, each one deliberate and lingering, as though he was mapping out every inch of my neck with infinite care. His lips were warm, tender, and impossibly gentle, never missing a spot, as if his sole focus was to ensure that no part of me went untouched by his devotion.With his tall frame towering over me, the weight of his presence pressed against me, grounding me and overwhelming me at once. I couldn’t help but notice the unmistakable hardness of him against my thigh. I tried to push the thought aside and focus on anyth