His Muse Novels & Stories

He tilted his head, a dark smile playing on his lips. I exhaled a harsh breath, placing both hands on my hips like a frustrated mother, who has been deprived of sleep. “I don’t want to have this filthy conversation with you, Killian.” “Oh…you do. And we will have it here.” He was imposing his words on me like he knew me better than I know myself. Like he could read me like a transparent glass. I hated it! “You see, Little muse. I have studied you for a year now,” he inched closer to me, stealing what was left of my next breath. “You love filthy things. You love watching me fuck other bitches in the study.”

he muses “You have no idea, wait until you taste it!” We chat comfortably the rest of the way. When we finally arrive we walk in through the main doors of the museum, it’s not tremendously busy just a couple of group tours. Johnny needs to get the amulet from his office, but I realise I need to use the toilet, remembering he has one in his office. “Hey I’ll go get it I need to use the toilet anyway.” “I’ll come with you”

She walked to him, a mischievous glint in her eyes, stopping in front of him with her hands on her hips as she said, "Then prove me wrong, Holmes. Let's make a bet," "Bet?" "We should both make Marcos our Muse. Inspiration. The one whose song gets appreciated by Master Gardener, would have to be the others slave, till the semester is over." "Why does he have to be my Muse?" "Because you feel something for him. A certain protectiveness, perhaps? If not, you wouldn't be here, unless of course, you had your own reasons for being here?" He did have his own reason. This was the longest Alex had ever given him her attention, or been this close. It was doing something to his brain. "And what if I r

I have a solo one and also a couple, and all of it turned out so good. I can say that he is a great artist because of what he did. I am even more impressed with him, and actually, he didn't make me do anything that I wasn't comfortable with. He is really a nice guy, and I am glad I met him. After this night, I'm leaving tomorrow. He was a little sad, but my role as his muse is over. I don't want to stay, I don't want to take advantage of his kindness. I am sure he will see his muse again, you know, tonight.

Carl said munching his mojo's. He sat down right in the middle and began to talk. " well, musk is a gamer from a gaming company right?" He asked that we all nod in confusion. Everybody knows that. " and the girl was the successor of an entertainment company." He said that made us nod again. " what's the problem with that?" Christian asked.

She gathered her strength and threw a huge amount of light onto it. She was about to get in touch with Captain Moss. Captain Moss was informed about the second abduction in the Parabola. He called in the second set of witnesses for an interview. *-*-*-*-*-*-* In the middle of The Muses Emporium, the Music Demon appeared from the middle of an ethereal portal and took to the round raised podium. He was surrounded by a pale blue aura that reflected his calm and composed disposition. Being able to take on many appearances, today he presented himself to the audience in the form of a young, appropriately attired, charismatic performer – well suited to be a member of a boyband. His outfit was adorn

Too bad, I’m desperate. “So I need a muse.” I spoke letting all of that friendly tone disperse and revealing the tired emotions that I’ve been bottling up. He seemed pretty shocked for a second before masking it up. “I want to enter into WYP so badly. It’s my dream and now the latest project demands me to have a muse or a mini gallery of my own muse.” “I don’t care about all that. What’s in it for me?” Josiah said after hearing me out. I smirked at his response. He listened and didn’t even interrupt me. It may be stupid to think that but I rather go with it.

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I landed in a Greek tragedy. I found a tree root that looked strong enough to hold my weight and sat down, with my elbow on my knees I held my head in my hands. Closing my eyes, I thought about how I got myself in this mess. Masi walked over to me. “No, we are not muses. Muses motivate and inspire Greek heroes, they wish they were like us.” she chuckled before continuing. “We are guides, guides to the four guar-.” She stopped talking, her hand flew to her half open mouth, eyebrows rose to be lost under her hairline and her eyes widened.