Muse Follow Me Novels & Stories

she asked as he lifted her back to the counter and spread her legs. “I am obliged to please you, my queen.” The Musee du Louvre was a dream come true for Sandra as she and Creighton strolled along the many halls looking at the paintings, statues and exhibits of one of the largest museums of the world. Sandra nearly exploded with joy when they saw Leonardo di Vinci’s Mona Lisa. It was something that very few people in Kansas had ever seen, outside of magazines or the internet. To look upon this magnificent work of art was amazing, and Sandra nearly cried with overwhelming emotion.

"What do you think is wrong?" “I don't really know boss, but I feel that someone has been following us for a while!” I stare out, and so do Joshua and Max. We looked outside, and suddenly the screen in front of usbeep blared a red. I immediately went back to checking the monitor. “You're right, we are being followed. The distance is still quite far, but it looks like they are indeed going through the same path as us. I don't think it's safe!” Tes…1..2…tesss “Did you hear my voice?”

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Clearer. No longer hiding. My pulse quickened. “This is it,” I whispered. Each step brought me closer to the source. I could feel it now. Not just hear it. Like a vibration in the air. In the walls. In me. My phone vibrated again. I didn’t check it. Didn’t need to. Because now. I wasn’t following instructions. I was inside them. The corridor stretched forward. Longer than it should have been. Impossible length. But I kept moving.

I don't take my eyes off the road, but I do hear an accomplice chuckle. When we stop, I cover Melek's eyes with a silk cloth, I don't want her to realize we've come to the city museum. There is an immersive exhibition of the famous painter Van Gogh. I paid a fortune to have the museum open all morning and leave us alone in the room. "I'm going to remove your blindfold on the count of three." I do my count and then remove the blindfold, Melek is in the middle of the sky, being a star, just the way I wanted him to be.

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He turned away, sounding very disappointed. "I've heard of M," replied Millie. Michael snorted. "Then do you know M base?" "I do," whispered Millie. He looked at her and snacked while speaking. "Wow! Great that you know. M is the only one who can make me a follower in this life." He crossed his arms, his eyes filled with anticipation. "If M stood in front of me and told me to work for her, I would bow without hesitation and dedicate myself to her cause."

"I see things. Come in. We have much to discuss." --- The cabin was cluttered. Books, candles, strange jars filled with glowing liquids. A fire crackled in the hearth. "Sit," Elara said, gesturing to a worn couch. We sat. She sat across from us, studying me. "The Mute Omega," she said. "You're smaller than I imagined." "I get that a lot." She laughed—a warm, raspy sound. "I like you." "Can you help me?" She tilted her head. "I can try. But I need to see what you're capable of first."

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He leads her in the complete opposite direction of the mob- not an easy task, especially against a flood of scared people- but fortunately, they reach the wall in one piece and Andrew taps it to reveal a set of virtual buttons. "Your specialty," he says and Mia connects with the program, commanding the wall to slide open to admit them into the kitchen. “Shortcut,” Andrew explains with a smile to the startled staff as he races past them with Mia in tow. They exit from the museum's back door where the limousine is packed and waiting for them; the driver racing out into the street as soon as they jump into the car. Apparently, Andrew has explained what to do to him earlier before they enter the