His Muse Novels & Stories

"Eu-terp- what?! Did you just insult me?!" "Euterpe, the muse of music, one of the nine Greek goddesses of literature, science, and the arts." Hanabusa interjected. For a second I had forgotten about him, my agitation receded . I also felt wronged by him but I couldn't do anything against his authority. Akemi's face flickered from irritation to confusion then back to irritation. "Nerd!" I opened my mouth but Hanabusa spoke first. "Look here, I don't care how you know each other, you can duke it out once I'm out of here. Let me speak so I can go."

Charmine looked up to see that the person she bumped into was Tristan. She asked suspiciously, “Why are you here?” “What a coincidence!” Tristan looked surprised. After a moment of shock, he explained, “I have a music shop down there, and I bought these for my friends. Seems like you’ve knocked down their food.” Charmine looked at the pizzas on the ground and the Muse Club down the road. “You own Muse Club?” She frowned. It was not far from the Jordan Group, so Charmine had heard about it. The ‘Muse’ from Muse Club meant music, and the club was the most professional auditory club in Burlington. They had all kinds of instruments including the guitar, harp, flute, saxophone, drums, piano, and

“My muse. My everything.” Josh smiled, exhausted but glowing. “Always, Lucian.” The full canvas session had been a triumph. And this was only the beginning of how far Lucian would push his perfect muse.

Ashley said. "We will discuss about that later. For now, let's go," Amanda said with a smile. She looked so calm and collected on the outside but very unsettled on the inside. They walked very slowly to the entrance of the big hall. The piano was playing the wedding song "Beautiful In White". She loves that song personally. And it's just fitting that her wedding gown is very white with very expensive embroidery designs in gold. Whoever is the designer,she likes her already. She hopes that she will be able to get married for real and the designer of her wedding dress will be the one who made her wedding gown.

I said as I slowly walked around the living room. "Now Brad works at an art museum, one of the most exclusive museums in the world, which is extremely hard to get in to unless you're wealthy. I heard that at this particular museum, there will be an auction soon, and the crazy thing is it isn't for thee art it's for the museum itself and the Carello's are interested in it. However, I'm pretty sure that the paintings are worth more than their home which is why Nico was supposed to meet with Brad tonight, to get those paintings but one important fact that I'm missing from all of this is your connection to this job." "What fact?"

For royal families to travel to these events is a tradition, Aunt Martha told me. "I am anxious for you to meet Maxon. My cousin is a wonderful man; we are all waiting for him to find his muse. He says he already found it, but it slipped through his fingers, but knowing him, it shouldn't take him long to find it," said Elena. "Muse?" I said, confused. "Ha, I forgot there were still some terms you didn't know, for werewolves. It's MATE for us; it's MUSA OR MUSE for women."

He was just a competitive guy. “The game is called Muse,” Vivienne said, her scarlet silk dress rustling as she stepped closer to us. She picked up her cell phone and held it up, moving the stopwatch directly in my face. “The rules are simple, darling. You pick a total stranger from the working staff, you make them feel completely seen, and you get them to kiss you without touching them first.” She twisted her razor-thin grimace in my direction and then back to Adrian. With a big smile on his face, Julian Vaughn was already stowing a leather wallet in his well-cut jacket pocket.