House Of Muse Novels & Stories

How bling she had been. She gulped down the wine in her hand and although she felt dizzy, continued to drink some more. She just wanted to douse herself with the alcohol content in them so as not to over reason her fate. But Jasper was unrelenting, and he wasn't ready to stop. "Do you know Ophelia, at one time you were even in my house while I was in the bedroom fucking your sister Jean. She looked so sexy that I couldn't deny giving her what she wanted even though we knew you were cooking in the kitchen. And when she took my enormous cock in her mouth and began to bob her head on it, it was so impossible for me to ignore so I had fucked some senses into her then"

I pulled free first, “Sorry. But don’t think this counts for anything, I’m still mad at you.” “Fair enough,” he kissed my cheek, “But before we start, know that I won’t be able to answer everything.” I sat on my desk, “Then answer this, who was that voice?” “You’re Muse,” he said lightly. I stared at him blankly, “What do you mean?” “Everyone has some form of music in their souls,” he explained, “But a musician has a unique Muse inside of them, whether it be classical, rock, or a mixture of both.”

He could see the toilet ahead and continued towards it as the walls inched in. Boom-boom. Boom-boom. The roar of overlapping voices and engines diffused once Michael entered the bathroom. At least here muzak chimed, heavy on the synthesized violins: an instrumental cover of The Carpenter’s Top of the World. There was nobody around except for whoever sat in the last stall on the right. He dodged to the sinks and steadied himself, breathing in the stink of piss. Michael drew back the collar of his shirt to reveal the bandage on his skin. The gauze splotched red, and even though it couldn’t be the case, Michael could have sworn he saw it rise and fall, just as his veins had done. Something unde

He calmed down, hugged his pet dolphin, and murmured, "Okay, go on." "They stated they will return here to look at the house. It was evident that they were interested earlier, but because there was a dummy there earlier, it seems like one of them is no longer interested." I said as I continued to stare at Rome. "Then, that's good. Val's house can still be rented by someone else," said Macedonia. I merely sighed. This crazy idiot is a very picky listener.

Mr Moliere tapped his foot and fixed his silver wave in the mirror as he waited. The door knocked three times. Mr Moliere gave himself one last once over in the mirror before answering the door. In front of him stood Mrs Noricum with her two associates, arms crossed with stiff upper lips. Mr Moliere moved aside letting them in before closing the door behind them. Mrs Noricum was the first to speak "So, where is she? Don't forget you still have your end to deliver." he cleared his throat playing with his hands "I sent her out this morning, she should be back soon. I figured a surprise attack would be more effective." He said gulping at the hateful glare Mrs Noricum was giving him. She pulled

I ignored them, returning to Kaen's room. ( Song: Sing for absolution by Muse) __________________________________________

He just shrugged. "Didn't see the need, but if it gets you to be my muse. Then...yes I'm famous, I even have a clutch of groupies stalking me. That's why I like hanging out at the hospital. Nobody would know me. Except for the attendants, but they're used to me by now." He explained. "So, does this means you will be my muse?" He got closer to me, trapping me between his arms, leaning between me and the kitchen island. He started lowering his head down. His deep voice traveled to my ear, giving me goosebumps.

“But I guess you’ve been a little occupied—with the kidnapping and all.” My heart skips a beat. Of course, she knows about that. If I’m being honest, I’m scared of how calm she sounds. We reach a door, and she pulls out a key to unlock it. The room surprises me. It’s an art studio, the air filled with the faint smell of paint and turpentine. Shelves line the walls, holding brushes, tubes of paint, and jars of turpentine. Canvases are stacked against one wall, some covered with sheets while others display half-finished works. By the window is an easel with a canvas of an unfinished painting, likely of a woman. It’s the only room in the house that feels... imperfect, but in a beautiful way.

Marvin probed. "Gosh! I don't even understand any of these things. Who is the muse?" Olivia once again asked, looking a bit pale. "Madamé, the Muse Group is a subsidiary of The organization formed by the Crazy Lady." It also happens to be the first anti-dark forces group. This muse group is dangerous and scheming. I am a leader who I don't know, but I have a computer mindset. He could come up with different strategies and evil plans that would make you doubt your intelligence.