Muse Hit Novels & Stories

His scent—cedar, smoke, him—filled my lungs and steadied me. "I'm sorry," I whispered. "I didn't know. I didn't know I—" "Shh," he said. "You don't have to apologize. You didn't do anything wrong." I looked up at him. His silver eyes were soft, tender. Nothing like the cold playboy everyone saw. "I'm a Mute Omega," I said. My voice was raw, barely a whisper. "That means I'm—" "Dangerous," he said. "Yeah. I heard."

But finally, my work was done. Or so I thought. As I was packing up my things and making sure to leave not a trace of me behind, I felt something blunt and heavy hit the back of my head. My vision doubled as I stumbled, slightly losing my balance. It was fortunate that, despite standing so close to the edge of the rooftop, I managed to not fall. My grip on my bow loosened and it fell onto the ground with a loud clang.

"Ugh, disgusting fools! You and your daughter have held me back long enough! Do you know how hard it is for me to find a muse? I—" "Muse, my foot!" Mom suddenly started lashing out. "Henry, you're just a loser who got lucky. You have zero creative talent, and you're weak, spineless, and irresponsible. I don't believe for even a second that someone like you could paint anything that matters in the slightest. Trash like you have no right to be talking about muses!" "...What?" Dad was dumbfounded. After all, for as long as he could remember, Mom had always admired him. She had never voiced her true thoughts like this before.

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.

It's good to hit Misha, it just makes me feel heavier. I walked out of the museum and put my suitcase in the van. Reed is also distancing himself from me, that's probably part of his moving on so it's okay. I went inside and put the headphones on my ears to listen to the music. I closed my eyes tightly because of the song that was playing. My playlist is just random. Fuck! Is this song hopeful? Crashing, hitting a wall Right now I need a miracle Hurry up now, I need a miracle Stranded, reaching out

Somehow, the maze had stopped burning, leaving the charry smell of smoke in the air, choking her in the confined space. "Goodbye, Mute Luna". "No!", someone screamed as Diya closed her eyes, waiting for the hit but instead, a body dropped in front of her. Diya opened her eyes to find Calihan on the ground in front of her bleeding. She dropped to her knees and placed his head in her arm. "No", she whimpered. Calihan groaned in pain and her lips trembled, tears flowing freely from her eyes. Her fingers shook as she touched his wound. "No", she said again, a little louder and with a croaked voice.

The sound reverberated through the quiet corridor, and I anxiously waited for a response. After a brief moment, I heard a faint clapping sound coming from inside the room. It was Aurelia, signaling me to come in. I pushed open the door gently and stepped into her space, my eyes immediately scanning the room for any signs of distress. Aurelia, unable to speak, gestured at me, silently questioning why I had come. I approached her with a mix of concern and relief, grateful to see her safe.

Every time I shifted position, a sharp tingling ran through my muscles. Paul hummed from time to time. A familiar, insistent melody that scraped against my nerves. I couldn’t remember where I knew it from, and maybe that made it worse. It sounded like an echo from the past that refused to fade. Then the metallic sound of a bolt shattered the monotony. The door.

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.

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