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The Muse...
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Ongoing, First published Mar 10, 2013
They say that artists have tortured souls and maybe that's true. At least it is for him... Harry Styles... Art is his love. His passion. His talent. His dream. His escape... But lately his mind has been scrambled and his art has all flopped. Nothing is working. He can't get past his block. That is, until he meets her... Violet Hues... A girl with a soul as tortured as his own, though she hides it well. And she is beautiful... Oh so beautiful... He sees beauty in everything she does. The way she looks, talks, breaths... She speaks to his soul and leaves his fingers itching to capture every moment. She breaks his block with a glance and suddenly he can't let her go. She is his muse... Oh, how easy it is to fall for beauty... But what happens when two tortured souls collide? Can they both come out unharmed? Or will his muse become his downfall?
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