Muse

Bex Harmin's muse hounds her. Most writers wouldn't mind that but most writers' muses aren't as visible and vocal as Bex's muse, Adder. Adder's the aetherial embodiment of everything she's ever wanted in a man with one glaring exception. He isn't real. Not how it counts. Not that romance figures into her life at all. ...

Bad Boy's Game

He lit his cigarette, I lit nothing. He drank alcohol, I drank water. He smirked, I smiled. He didn't love me, I didn't love him. He and I together wouldn't last a day. And then the game started... He said he found me intriguing, unique, and interesting because I didn'...