The Bad Boy's Muse
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The Bad Boy's Muse

READING AGE 18+

Dorcas Joseph YA&Teenfiction

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Jasper Rohan Arya a 16-year-old rebellious teenager who was bent on winning the award as the worst bad-boy the world will ever produce in retaliation to the pressure mounted on him by his Dad insisted he must be a doctor. However, Rohan finds himself in a public school in New York where for the first time, he is free to pursue his passion and lives a mysterious, quiet life that made the ladies asking for more. Not until he met Grace, a hopeless romantic who thought the world was like the novels she reads. Armed with trying to protect her and being mysterious at the same time; Rohan is awakened with a rude shock when he discovers a hidden ability that only he possesses and Grace was the gateway to these abilities...
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“Rohan…” I called out shakily “what are you doing?”.
“what does it seem like?” his brown eyes pierced into mine with a smirk. He enjoyed the way he affected me.
“You’re my muse Grace, whenever I paint, thoughts of you naked, lying beside me causes perfection in every stroke of my brush. I am obsessed with you”.
“I-is it a good thing?” I stuttered.
His breath was on my neck.
“It depends on your definition of good but what does it matter, you belong to me” I inhaled the rich scents of her hair, trying so much not to run my hands through it.
“I sound like a piece of property” she chuckled nervously.
“Maybe you are” I smirked, arranging the clothes around her beautiful form, this drawing must be perfect.
“Now, remember I need you to remember as quiet as you can be and hold this pose, this has to be perfect; you’re perfect”.
As I settled behind the easel, I knew I wanted her to be more than my muse.

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Tags: friends to loversbadboyheir/heiressdramatwistedbxghumorouscityhighschoolspecial ability
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Grace POV

There was a lump in my chest as the hall continued to fill up with students and teachers, making me wonder if other schools were invited. My gaze flits down to my almost white knuckle whose grip was like pinchers on my speech.

I stared at the crowd again and at the stage afterwards, wondering if I could deliver like eve……

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