Muse At Reading Novels & Stories

"Or that girl over there with the blue hair, reading a book of poetry. They aren't 'inefficient.' They’re alive. They’re finding beauty in the friction. That’s what your museum is missing, Silas. You want the art, but you’re disgusted by the life that creates it." The train roared into the station, a blast of hot wind ruffling Silas’s perfectly styled hair. The doors hissed open, and a wall of people poured out. I grabbed Silas’s sleeve. The fabric was impossibly soft, a whisper of luxury in the chaos and pulled him into the car.

Aaric asked, eyes wide with joy. Isla nodded. “Museum day. Your papa picked it.” Lucian blinked at the word. Your papa. The word made his day. He didn’t dare say anything, only offering his hand to Aaric as they stepped outside into the soft, golden morning. *** The museum was an old estate-turned-gallery, filled with wide sunlit halls and paintings that looked like dreams frozen in time. Lucian guided them through the exhibits with a quiet reverence, explaining the brushstrokes of an old Monet, the sorrow hidden in a sculpture’s eyes, the significance of each story painted in oils and light.

"Can we please not talk about my relationship status? Thank you, now business." "Sure, this way." He led us to a reading room that one has to book for two hours apparently. "War is highly damaging but when you walk down memory lane and see the humane sides that had been covered by ash of terror, you realise that even in the darkest times there has been humanity and love." "I hear you, and maybe I do need the walk around the side of the museum with you." I smiled at him as I took my seat next to my boss. "I hope it will be-"

“Exactly. Which is why we’re going to the art museum. It closes at nine. We have an hour.” “An art museum?” I blinked at her. “Yes. You love art. You used to drag me to galleries all the time in college, remember?” She didn’t say the rest, but we both knew. Before Julian. Before I became someone who waited instead of lived. Matthew stood. “I’ll drive.” The museum was quiet, nearly empty. Our footsteps echoed on the marble floors as we wandered through the galleries. “Look at this one,” Vanessa said, stopping in front of a massive abstract piece—all blues and golds, chaotic and beautiful.

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.

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.”

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