Muse At Reading Novels & Stories

"I’m in the library. I’m sitting in our spot. It feels empty without you here to tell me my handwriting is messy." Lucy smiled. "Your handwriting is messy, Jonathan." "There she is," he teased softly. "I missed that smile. You’ll be back in the city tonight, right? I’ve been thinking about the next part of our research, but I can’t focus because my muse is not here. " My muse. The words made Lucy’s cheeks turn red. She leaned her forehead against the cool wooden railing. "I'll be back late tonight." "I'll be around," Jonathan said. "Lucy. I’ll see you soon."

I let him because he is the reason for it, after all. The second exhibit is human bodies. The museum has real bodies on display with different anatomy visible. Like one is muscles, another is nerves, a third is organs. I find it fascinating, not only how the body works but what it looks like on the inside. Maddie is just as fascinated as I am, and she is funny. While looking at a preserved cadaver and reading the information postings, she physically touches her own body trying to find certain muscles or blood vessels that the exhibit is describing. She talks to herself too while she learns it all; I love watching her sponge brain working things out.

“I wanted tonight to be low-key. No showing off. Just us.” She studies me for a moment, then nods. “Okay. Just us.” The drive takes twenty minutes. Maya keeps trying to guess where we’re going based on the direction, and I keep deflecting. When we finally pull up to the Randall Museum, she looks confused. “A museum? It’s nine PM. Museums are closed.” “Most museums are closed.” I help her out of the car. “This one has a special program on Friday nights.” I lead her around to a side entrance where a staff member is waiting. He recognizes me from when I set this up earlier in the week and lets us in with a smile.

She read it, then handed it to me without expression. I opened it under the edge of the table. Unknown number. Enjoy the gala, Mrs. Hayes. The unedited pure video just went live on three international sites. No more stills. The full file. And the night vision hallway clip is now playing on the main screen in the museum lobby for every late guest to see. Smile for the cameras on your way out. I folded the note and looked up. Elijah had already read it over my shoulder. His hand found mine under the table and held on. Elias was rising from his chair. Ethan had gone very still.

“I don’t want to miss this.” The car arrived at the Pack’s art museum, an impressive building with grand columns and intricate designs. As we got out, I tried to shake off my discomfort and put on a brave face. I didn’t want to appear unwell in front of the media and pack members. Lucas opened the door for me, and I stepped out, though my legs felt shaky. Madame Morticia offered her arm for support, which I accepted gratefully. Together, we walked up the steps and entered the museum.

Jack nodded in understanding and gently set the camera back where it had been on the tripod. "Of course. Sorry. I didn’t even think about that. I’m so used to knowing about all of them that I sometimes forget that they don’t know about me,” he chuckled. “Now, where are these pictures of yours? And what exactly is so special about them that we had to come here to see them? Did he make large prints or something?" “No, it’s… Well, I think it’s just easier if I show you,” I mumbled awkwardly. I blushed a bit as I walked to the bookshelf. I glanced at the spines until I saw it. The Nine Muses: A Discussion. My heart started racing as I pulled it from the shelf. I wasn’t sure why I was nervous tho

“So how did you spend your day off? My eyes flickered over to Daniel, whose trail of thought was somewhere else. “It was great I went clubbing with my brother and best friend.” “Was it the club that got attacked last night ?” “Nah’ my friend found some in the whole club not too far from where we live.” “I'm glad you had fun.” I smiled politely and continued looking out the window. It didn't take us long to reach the art museum. Once we arrived, we got out of the vehicle and entered the room’ The museum is huge’ filled with bright lights’ white walls, and beautiful paintings hung all over the place. A pleasant young lady hurried over to it with her hand stretched towards Mr. Knight and a flir

He had been to that museum, but he had never noticed the book with the golden pages displayed on important dates. The following day, since she woke up, Uri had been sitting quietly at the table, staring intently at the ancient books. "You want to go to the museum?" Finn finished cooking breakfast, brought the food, put it in front of Uri, and sat next to him. "I want to read that book." Uri looked up at Finn. "You shouldn't go to the museum. That's just what humanity wants to write down for the next generation to read, don't overestimate it." Finn doesn't want to see Uri in danger.

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.

I had a few errands to run at the museum today anyway so I made a mental note to grab it once I had signed all the incoming delivery notes. The museum felt strange ever since Iris got hurt that day, it was almost like the whole place had gone into mourning. The feel of the place felt empty and soulless, even though it was filled with school and college students. Arriving in Rae’s office I remembered to grab Jacksons test results from before the accident and the bag with Iris’s ancient book, the box with the amulet and the book we found the pictures in, I made sure I fully locked up Rae’s office when I left as we were taking the whole weekend off to spend time with Eric and Finn, they should