Muse Hit Novels & Stories

MIA: “OMG YOU DID IT.” LENA: “I may or may not be 10% traumatized and 90% fascinated.” MIA: “Girl. That’s the artist’s curse. You’re officially his muse.” Lena smiled at her screen, her cheeks warm. Muse. The word sounded dangerous. Addictive. But as she walked away, her umbrella forgotten, rain kissing her skin, she couldn’t help but think: If this was how their first session felt just posing what would happen when Damien Cross decided to paint the parts of her no one else had ever seen?

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

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.

I called Aeun first. Then Haze. “We need to meet,” I told them. My voice sounded calm. But inside, everything was falling apart. We agreed to meet at Haze’s clubhouse. The glass hit the table a little harder than I intended. The sound echoed through Haze’s clubhouse. “Seven hundred eighty-five million dollars.” Aeun froze mid-sip, “Wait—what?” Haze slowly lowered the bottle he was holding and stared at me, “You’re joking.” “I wish I was.” I poured another drink into my glass, my hand slightly tense. “That’s the estimated damage from the museum in Florence. Destroyed paintings. Torn canvases. Missing pieces.”

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.”

Sliding into the backseat of an Uber, I clutch my bag to my chest like a shield. I have him— whatever's in here is something he doesn't want anybody to see. But when I unlock my phone, the screen lights up with a push notification that drains every drop of blood from my face. New Music Video: "Muse" - Watch Now. My mouth goes dry. The bastard couldn't have. It's been what? Twenty— Thirty minutes? With a trembling thumb, I tap the link. The video opens on a gritty, unfamiliar set. I let out a hollow laugh.

Some sketches were even colored, she had something to show. - Look what I came up with when I was in Moscow and went into salons and shops. There is even something that the capital's jewelers have not yet come up with. Mom and Dasha, who became interested in talking about jewelry, bent over the album. - What's the beautiful! This kit is just awesome! - Dasha, as always, sincerely and openly expressed her feelings. Mom was more reserved. She leafed through the entire album, sometimes stopping at the drawings that interested her, commenting on one or another option, raised her head and said in amazement:

I bowed my head and waited for whatever he was going to tell me. “Don't get your hopes up, mute. Put yourself together because I know exactly what's going on in your mind right now and trust me when I say that's never going to happen,” He frowned and I sighed. My hopes were dashed again. “Since you're mute, I'm not really going to waste my time with you. The only thing I'm grateful to the moon goddess for is that you can hear me and so, I wouldn't have to stress myself while talking to you today,” He paused and moved closer than bent to look into my eyes. “You're the only one who isn't affected by the kind of power I have, and I think it's because we're mates,” I facepalmed.

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.”