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The Muse's Name - Anthology of Stories Inspired by Songs

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Oh, this anthology is pure magic! Imagine an entire book spun from the melodies and heartbreak of all those classic songs with a woman’s name in the title. Yes, that’s right—the Emilys, the Roxannes, the Lolas, and Laylas. Each story takes inspiration from a beloved track, reimagining the namesake into tales that twist, turn, haunt, or heal in ways you’d never expect. From tales of forbidden love and supernatural encounters to journeys of self-discovery and wicked revenge, every story pulls at a different chord. This collection takes the muse out of the song and drops her into a world where her name tells her story. Perfect for anyone who’s ever felt the pulse of a song run through their veins—or whispered their name in the dark. Grab a coffee, plug in your earbuds, and dive into the secret lives of these legendary ladies.
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Chapter 1 - Layla by Derek and the Dominos

 

As dusk settled in, the city had already been engulfed by the indigo veil of night. The streetlights cast long shadows along the narrow alleyways, their soft glow fractured by the looming silhouette of old brick buildings. The air was thick with humidity, and everything felt like it was on the verge of something—whether it was a storm or a revelation, no one could say.

Alex leaned against the chipped metal railing of the fire escape, staring down at the bustling street below. The cigarette between his fingers had burned down to a stub, forgotten, as his mind wandered back to her. Layla.

God, even her name felt like it carried an electric charge. It had been years since he'd first seen her, and every encounter afterward had felt like a slow, painful burn, a wound that never quite healed. His heart clenched, the familiar ache crawling up his chest.

He had fallen for her fast. Too fast. Maybe that was the problem. From the moment their eyes met at that crowded bar, when she'd flashed that dangerous, intoxicating smile, something inside him had clicked into place. But it was impossible. From the start, he'd known she belonged to someone else. His best friend, David, of all people.

David—solid, dependable, the guy who would always have your back. But he didn't see what Alex saw in Layla. He didn't catch the small, fleeting moments, the longing glances she'd shoot Alex when David wasn't looking. The fire simmering just beneath the surface.

It was a cruel twist of fate. Loving her from a distance was unbearable, but betraying David—he couldn't do it. He owed him too much. And so, Alex tried to bury it, to ignore the way his heart would race when Layla's name slipped into conversation, to forget the way her eyes lingered on his when they all met up for drinks.

But lately, it had become harder to keep that distance. Layla had started showing up more often, calling, seeking him out. She'd confide in him, tell him about the cracks in her relationship with David, the doubts creeping into her heart. It was torture, hearing her voice, knowing she was so close yet so far.

"Why won't you talk to me?" she had whispered one night when they were alone after everyone else had gone home. She was close, too close, her breath warm against his skin. He clenched his fists, with every muscle in his body screaming for him to pull her close, to finally let go of all the restraint he had forced on himself.

But he couldn't.

"Because if I do," he'd whispered, voice ragged, "I won't be able to stop myself."

Layla had stared at him, wide-eyed, her lips slightly parted as if she hadn't expected him to be so honest. For a moment, the air between them had been thick with everything unsaid, every unspoken desire, every hidden feeling. And then she'd walked away, leaving him standing there in the dark.

That was weeks ago. He hadn't seen her since. But tonight, everything felt like it was coming to a head. He had heard she and David had a big fight, one that left David storming out of their apartment, not even bothering to look back. And Layla? She'd gone silent.

Alex tossed the cigarette to the ground, rubbing a hand over his face. He could pretend to be strong for only so long. The phone in his pocket buzzed, the sound almost lost beneath the noise of the city below. He pulled it out, glancing at the screen.

Her name.

Without thinking, he answered. "Layla?"

"Alex," her voice was soft, almost hesitant. "Can I see you?"

His heart pounded in his chest. He knew he shouldn't, knew this was a road he couldn't travel. But even as his mind screamed for him to say no, his feet were already moving down the fire escape.

Minutes later, he was standing outside her apartment door. He hesitated, his hand hovering just above the handle, knowing that once he crossed this threshold, everything would change. Finally, he knocked.

The door creaked open, and there she was, standing in the dim glow of her apartment's hallway. Her dark hair was pulled back loosely, her eyes glistening with a mixture of emotions he couldn't quite read. She looked exhausted, vulnerable in a way he'd never seen before.

"Hey," she whispered, stepping aside to let him in.

They stood in silence for a long moment, the tension thick enough to slice through. Alex could feel the weight of her gaze, searching, pleading. Finally, she broke the quiet.

"I don't know what to do anymore, Alex. I can't keep pretending." Her voice was shaky, filled with frustration and pain. "I... I don't love him the way I thought I did. Not anymore."

His breath caught in his throat. This was it, the moment he'd been waiting for—and yet, he was terrified. He couldn't betray David. But how could he keep betraying himself, too?

"I've tried to fight this," she continued, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I can't. Not when... not when it's you I keep thinking about."

There it was—the truth they had both been running from for so long. The confession hung between them, raw and dangerous.

Alex's resolve shattered. He stepped forward, gently brushing his hand against her cheek. She leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed.

"I've loved you since the first day I saw you," he admitted, his voice thick with emotion. "But I never wanted to hurt David."

She opened her eyes, locking onto his, desperation and desire flashing in her gaze. "What about us? What do we do?"

Alex exhaled sharply, his heart thundering in his chest. He didn't have the answers, not now. But as he pulled her into his arms, pressing his lips to hers, he knew one thing for sure.

They couldn't keep running from this. Not anymore.

Layla was his downfall, and he was hers.